Mafia Books for Women
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Rising From Ice: The Mafia Don's Regret
Seven years ago, my Mafia Underboss husband diverted our only rescue helicopter to his mistress. He left our five-year-old son to freeze to death in my arms on a freezing mountain. He believed I threw myself off the cliff with our boy's body that night. But I crawled out of the ice, changed my face, and spent seven agonizing years becoming the underworld's most ruthless extraction specialist. Tonight, Lucas—now the Don of the Regional Syndicate—stepped into my tactical outpost. He didn't recognize the heavily scarred woman standing before him. He threw a two-million-dollar contract on the table and threatened to slaughter my crew if I refused his command. The mission was to climb a cartel-held death pass to save a trapped girl before her oxygen ran out. That girl was his and his mistress's daughter—the very reason my son was left to die. How could the man who callously sacrificed his own flesh and blood now play the desperate, loving father? I stared at the arrogant Don and the fake tears of the mistress clinging to his arm, feeling the cold weight of my son's silver dog tag against my chest. "The Lena you knew is dead," I said, pulling the tag out for him to see. Today, I will drag him up that frozen peak, and he will finally pay his blood debt in the ice./0/80413/coverorgin.jpg?v=732236b7e565144459e4a2563cf38f67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
For My Legacy, I Was Thrown to the Sharks
I woke up in my penthouse suite, the morning sun streaming through the windows, glinting off crystal. Today was my 25th birthday, the day I, Ava Corleone, was finally to be named the rightful heir of our powerful family. Then a chilling memory flashed through my mind: the freezing Hudson River, water filling my lungs, the taste of betrayal. My brother Marco, fiancé Alexander, and loyal protector Rick, all standing by as the maid, Katherine, wore my irreplaceable family tiara. They'd told me I was a target, that Katherine was a decoy for my safety. I’d believed their lies, only to discover their true alliance, their poisoned smiles, and the brutal order from my mother's most trusted man, Antonio Perez, to break my limbs, starve me, and cast me into the river. The betrayal was absolute, a calculated move by those closest to me to seize my legacy. How could they erase years of loyalty for a common maid? My heart burned not with sorrow, but with a fierce, cold rage at the profound injustice. But this time, I was back. The same day, the same party, the same betrayal waiting. I carried the full memory of their treachery, and I would not be fooled again. As Rick reached to offer Katherine *my* ring, I launched a clean, powerful kick. No. Not this time. This time, I fight back./1/104098/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f0b1ddd8162cf2e3151c4d8c6a95e5e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Breaking The Cage: The Mafia Wife's Revenge
I was smoothing the red silk of my dress over a baby bump only I knew existed, preparing to tell my husband, the ruthless King of Chicago, that he was finally going to be a father. But before I could share the news, the ballroom fell silent. A woman walked in wearing a gold dress that was barely legal. It was Serena, the woman from the photos I had received just hours ago. She walked right up to us and handed Michael a silver tie clip. "You left this in the suite, Michael," she purred in front of the entire city's elite. When I demanded she leave, she smirked and threw her glass of red wine all over me. The liquid soaked into my dress, looking like a gunshot wound right over my womb. I waited for Michael to defend me. To throw her out. Instead, he looked at the crowd, terrified of a scandal. "Don't make a scene, Liv," he hissed, his eyes cold. "Go upstairs and change. I'll handle this." He turned his back on me and walked away with his mistress, leaving me dripping in crimson and humiliation. My mother found me sobbing in the bedroom and slapped me sober. "Tears are for the weak," she said. "Tonight, Michael Thorne loses everything." We froze his assets. We destroyed his reputation. But that wasn't enough. I wanted to break his soul. I looked down at my stomach. I would protect this child, but his father would never know he existed. "Tell him I lost the baby," I whispered to the butler, my voice trembling with rage. "Tell him the stress caused a miscarriage. Tell him he killed his heir." Tonight, the golden cage opens. And Michael Thorne is about to find out that even a canary has claws./0/64517/coverorgin.jpg?v=81beec3421ef646028074925e736a6b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafias Obsession
☠️EXCERPT☠️ "The Deadline of the Loan is today" A woman cries to her husband in fear "I will try to explain to him to give us more time" The husband bites his nails saying this "You know how ruthless the Fernandez are" The woman says hitting her husband on the head "Should we just run till we get the money?" The woman asks and the husband kept quiet contemplating "Get Elsa and pack a few things" The husband says and the woman ran up the stairs to little Elsa room "Mommy Mommy ,come see my drawing" 5 year old Elsa says to her mom smiling but the woman mind was far away from Elsa words "Baby where's your pink bag?" The woman asks scattering the room searching for it "But Mom, I said you should come see my dra..." Elsa was cut off by her mom "Shit up Elsa and show me your pink bag" The woman shouts in anxiety and fear, Elsa pouts as tears builds in her eyes as she pointed under her bed The woman rushes there and tales the pink bag stuffing some few clothes in it quickly, her husband comes to the door "Hurry" He says and The woman hurriedly zipped Elsa's bag and pulls Elsa with her as they all rushed downstairs "Load the bags" The woman gave the bag to her husband who quickly loaded it into the boot The woman put Elsa into the car and does the seat belt before joining her husband in the front He inserts the car key and ignites it before zooming off, The woman fear began decreasing as she sighs in relief "Mommy where are we going?" Elsa asks playing with her doll "Somewhere safe baby, Somewhere safe" The woman answers and Elsa nodded Soon after they were on the road, they crossed and entered a silent road path, no cars were seen their neither were people. Thier car was soon counter attacked by 3 other cars "Oh My God, they found us" The woman said in fear as her heart began to palpitate Her husband hands became sweaty on the steering wheel as he stared at a figure which stepped down one of the cars The figure was Eduardo Fernandez, one of the richest Business man in the whole of Italy at the age of 50 , in the outside world he was a business man but in the inside worl, be owned one of the biggest Mafia clan name Tigers Clan "Well Well Well, if it isn't the Dobardo family" Eduardo says with a cold deep voice with his one eye patch and a customized walking stick Mr Dobardo steps out the car going on his knees "Please give us a little time, well..." Mr Dobardo was cut off by Eduardo "What makes you think you could run and hide?" Eduardo asks with Venom in his voice and Mr Dobardo grew shut "No we weren't..." A bullet went straight into Mr Dobardo right eyes as blood ran down it and he scream in pain "Arghhhh" Mrs Dobardo had moved to the backseat and was currently covering Elsa's ear and eyes, she flinches when she saw the scene as tears rolled down her eyes "Where's your beautiful daughter and wife?" Eduardo asks signalling to Rocco, his personal bodyguard Rocco gets the sign and walks to Mr Dobardo car and drags Elsa and Mrs Dobardo out "Mommy" Elsa cries and Mr Dobardo rushes to her after they had been thrown on the ground "Let me give you this as a warning" Eduardo says and shot Mr Dobardo right leg "Arghhhhh" Mr Dobardo shouts in agony and Pain Elsa peeked from behind her mom and locked eyes with Eduardo Eduardo glances at Elsa and smirks "Infact, there's a way to escape this debt" He says with a lustful smirk "Ho..oow?" Mrs Dobardo asks in fear holding Elsa tight "Your daughter can be used as a collateral, as a gift for my grand son, the next heir to the Mafia clan" He says and Mrs Dobardo gasps "No you can't...." A gunshot went straight into Mr Debardo forehead rendering him dead "Daddy No" Elsa cries "Any thing else to say" Eduardo asks and No sound was heard "Good I'll be back on the day of her 18th birthday" Eduardo says and entered his car and soon all entered and they drove off Mrs Dobardo crawls to Mr Dobardo crying profusely "Mommy what's wrong with daddy?" Elsa asks looking at her mom's crying face "Daddy went to meet God early baby" Mrs Debardo says and stands starting to drag Mr Dobardo into the boot of the car She successfully did so and zooms off going home ••••• What will happen when Elsa's 18th birthday comes around? What mysteries will she unlock in the clan? Read to find out!!!/1/104100/coverorgin.jpg?v=08e213199a32c3957fe3a57ef450caef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Heiress's Revenge
I spent a decade learning to save lives as a trauma surgeon, only to discover my parents had sold mine to the highest bidder. To end a turf war, I was forced back into the underworld to marry Ivan Hughes, a rival mob boss known for his brutality. I thought I was just a pawn in a business merger, but then my steady surgeon’s hands began to tremble, and a metallic taste filled my mouth. I ran my own toxicology report in secret. Positive for arsenic. My mother wasn't just forcing me into a loveless marriage; she was slowly poisoning me. I broke into my father's safe and found the truth: a birth certificate for Ivan’s secret son with his mistress, and a chain of emails between my mother and my fiancé. "The dosage is being increased," my mother wrote. "By the wedding night, she will be too weak to protest. You can dispose of her quietly after the heir is secured." My blood turned to ice. They were using me to transfer my trust fund to Ivan, planning to bury me and replace me with his mistress before the honeymoon even started. They thought they were killing a helpless girl. They forgot that a surgeon knows exactly where to cut to cause the most damage. I taped a microphone to my ribs beneath my white silk gown and walked onto the stage of our engagement gala. I didn't take the microphone to say "I do." I took it to burn their empire to the ground./0/88851/coverorgin.jpg?v=41391cdce2781fc8db7b8f335eed06a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession
I was supposed to marry his son... But the Mafia King wanted me for himself. When Selene Marcellus walks in on her boyfriend cheating, her life shatters. But things only get worse when his father Caspian Santoro, the cold and powerful Mafia King shows up with a shocking truth: Selene's real father is a Mafia don, and a war is coming. To protect her family, Selene agrees to a fake engagement. But nothing about this new life feels fake. Especially not the way Caspian looks at her. Controls her. Owns her. Caspian Santoro is power, danger, and sin in a suit. The more Selene fights him, the deeper she falls. But the underworld has plans for her and so does Ivan Sokolov, the Russian boss who's not what he seems. Trapped between three men, two empires, and one deadly secret, Selene must choose: burn for love or kill for it. In the Mafia world, blood isn't thicker than power. It's the price of survival./1/110265/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6502d1e3222069615b4fe9fc1375969&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Between Us : Bound To The Hot Mafia Uncle
" let that wetness drip. I want to see what I do to you without even touching You " He stared at her trembling fragile figure who stood naked in front of him with wetness dripping down her thighs making her cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment and he just sat there, staring at her. " Please ...... daddy " ---------- He was my father's best friend and a very close family friend. I had been in love with him since I was fifteen. He was the man of my dreams but Also a man I could never have. A man who could make me feel tingles. One night and It changed everything. I was in bed, letting my hand satisfy the needs and desires of my dark fantasies when he had just walked in, catching me disheveled and messed up. That night he had helped me and that was the first time I had gotten off. I thought it was a step closer to our relationship but He made it clear, he wanted to be a father figure to me. But his body opposed his words. I knew Luciano Morelli wanted me just as much as I did or maybe more./0/99234/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e6a2a6a2cbe6aace5c43b8b7fd00a2e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Betrayed Me, Now He Begs
For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne. But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.” My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love. He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter. They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party."/1/116755/coverorgin.jpg?v=03f399be1695daa57f8e72bb063de580&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Civilian Bride Is The Underworld Boss
On the night I was to consummate my vows with the heir to the Vitiello mafia empire, his childhood sweetheart tipped a pail of hissing cockroaches into my bathwater. My new husband, Cassius, just stood in the doorway, arranging a wager with his soldiers on the exact minute my mind would splinter. He coldly announced that our marriage certificate was a forgery, and that a bloodless civilian like me could never sit beside him. "You are only a pretty distraction, a temporary toy meant to be passed around my loyal men," he sneered. Bianca slapped me across the face, her diamond ring drawing blood, before ordering the men to dump a massive glass jar of hundreds of frenzied roaches into the tub. The soldiers surged forward like starving animals, leering at my exposed, wet body, ready to drag me out and tear me apart. Cassius merely smoked his cigar, fully sanctioning my violation and telling me to curse my own low birth. I stared at the man I had expended every hidden connection and resource to keep alive during the bloody succession wars. I had given him everything to secure his seat, only to be discarded the second I outlived my usefulness. They thought I was just a fragile canary with no moves left on the board. They didn't know I was the hidden Boss of the Romano Famiglia, the ruthless Don who controlled the entire Eastern Seaboard. I wiped the dirty bathwater from my face, shed my civilian disguise, and gave the kill order to my tactical strike team waiting in the shadows./0/99235/coverorgin.jpg?v=80727a925adebaf0bd92fd69e12c97cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Regret, The Heiress's Revenge
I knew my husband, Alessandro De Luca, was the Don of the most powerful Famiglia on the East Coast. What I didn't know was that our five-year marriage was built on another woman's grave. On our anniversary, I found his hidden safe. The code wasn't our wedding date or our birthdays. It was August 14th—the day his first love, Isabella, lost her family. Inside was a shrine to her: photos, dried flowers, and a love letter promising her a "castle in the clouds." There was nothing of me, not a single trace of the five years I'd given him. When he found me, he crushed her locket in his fist and threw it all into the fireplace. "Are you done now?" he asked, as if my heartbreak was a tantrum. He offered a trip to Sicily to "fix" this, then sneered that I had nothing without his name or money. But it was worse than that. He brought Isabella back, gave her my position at the charity I built, and paraded her at our annual gala, publicly claiming her as his own. He humiliated me in front of our entire world, siding with her after she staged a scene to make me look jealous and unhinged. He roared at me, "Caterina, what the hell is your problem?" while he comforted her. So I showed him. I walked over, poured a glass of champagne over his head in front of everyone, and said, "That is my problem." Then I walked out of the ballroom, out of his life, and sent him the separation papers. This wasn't a fight for his love anymore. It was war./1/109942/coverorgin.jpg?v=511765e2539eeef7c8063d14e529f625&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Dangerous Love: The Writer And The Don
I was exactly three thousand words away from eviction when the heir to the New York underworld smashed my laptop and offered me a job instead of an apology. Dante Vitiello wanted me to write a memoir that would paint him as a saint. I moved into his penthouse, thinking I could keep things professional. But when his arranged fiancée, the daughter of the Chicago Outfit, arrived, she didn't see an employee. She saw a threat. She didn't just humiliate me; she leaked fake evidence to the press, branding me as a federal informant. I woke up in a hospital bed with the word "RAT" plastered across every gossip site. Sofia’s guards were stationed outside my door, blocking even the nurses. I was a liability. A stain on the Vitiello name. I knew how these stories ended. The Prince always chooses the Family. The Alliance is more important than the girl. I was packing my bag, shaking with fear, ready to disappear into the night to save him from ruin. But Dante didn't come to fire me. He walked into the boardroom where his father and the Chicago Boss were waiting for him to beg for forgiveness. He looked at the crown that was his birthright, then he looked at the gun on the table. He didn't kneel. He didn't apologize. He slammed his weapon down, shattering a hundred-year alliance and forfeiting his empire with a single sentence. "Keep the crown. I take the girl."/1/102480/coverorgin.jpg?v=4dc34134c324b1c37e9ff1160e897109&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Substitute Wife Escapes Her Gilded Cage
Everyone thought I was the pampered queen of Marcus D’Angelo, New York's most feared Don. But I was just a placeholder for the woman he couldn't have: his cousin, Izzy. The truth shattered everything at a family dinner. A waiter tripped, sending a tureen of scalding soup flying toward the table. Without a second of hesitation, Marcus threw himself over Izzy to shield her. He left me exposed. The boiling liquid seared my legs, but the real agony was watching him cradle her face, checking for scratches, while I screamed on the floor. "In my hierarchy of pain," he later told her, ignoring my burns, "her death is an inconvenience. A scratch on you is a tragedy." He didn't know that while he was comforting her over a bruise, I was in emergency surgery losing our unborn child. When I woke up, he didn't ask about me. He didn't ask about the baby he didn't know existed. instead, he asked if I would donate blood to help Izzy recover. That was the moment the old Liv died. I signed the divorce papers with a steady hand. And inside the envelope with the legal documents, I tucked a single, devastating medical report. *Diagnosis: Spontaneous Abortion. Cause: Trauma.* I left it on his desk and disappeared into the night. By the time he realizes he sacrificed his own heir to save his mistress, I will be a ghost he can never touch again./1/116756/coverorgin.jpg?v=7dbbf7bd58c6a2968fcf670657e760ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Ruthless Mafia Boss
I was a top medical prodigy with a bright future and a loving fiancé, until my mother's heart failed and she desperately needed life-saving treatments. But my own father refused to pay the $12,000 medical bill. Instead, my fiancé kicked me out of our shared home to marry my stepsister Sabrina, and my father used his money to buy her a brand-new Porsche. I later discovered the horrifying truth. My father had deliberately framed my medical mentor, completely destroying my career, just to get a half-million-dollar payout from the Russian mob to clear his gambling debts. He traded my future and my mother's life for a luxury car and a lavish wedding for his stepdaughter. Left with absolutely nothing, I was forced to sell my silence and become a governess for New York's most ruthless mafia Don just to keep my mother alive. Sabrina even sent me a cheap, scratchy bridesmaid dress, demanding I stand behind her at the altar to watch her marry my ex. "You need to stand behind me in a cheap dress and watch me win. Because if you don't, Father will cut off your mother's life support." They thought they had crushed me into the dirt, expecting me to be their submissive victim forever. But they didn't know the terrifying mafia king had already handed me the irrefutable evidence of their crimes. On the day of the wedding, I threw that cheap dress in the trash, put on a custom black haute couture gown, and walked into the grand ballroom on the arm of the Don. ---/0/75227/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9543efff83734cc221f7b8fb2c1e233&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Vincenzo Obsession
Anya has spent her whole life feeling trapped-by her sad past, a weird illness, and her evil uncle who now wants to sell her to a ruthless mafia boss. Freaked out, she runs away-only to end up right in the hands of the very guy she was trying to escape. Vincenzo is cold, scary, and everyone fears him. But instead of hurting her, he keeps her safe. As they start figuring out all the lies and betrayals around them, Anya realizes she's tired of being weak. She's done running-it's time to fight back. Anya has to face everything she's been running from. Her past. Her fears. And the truth about who she really is. Will she finally break free, or will the darkness win in the end?/0/99237/coverorgin.jpg?v=e15ad37bae1e6dab7486b7760bbe4ee4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Cruel Contract, His Endless Regret
My husband was going to kill me. Not with a bullet, but with a text message I was never meant to see. It popped up on the family iPad: "Last night was insane. Can't stop thinking about that hotel room. You owe me round two... ASAP." My first thought was our sixteen-year-old son, Marco. But an anonymous online forum quickly pointed out the holes in my theory—the expensive hotel, the transactional tone, and an eggplant emoji, a code for performance enhancers used by men my husband's age. The truth hit me when I found a condom in his laundry—the same brand I’d found in our son’s room months ago. It was never Marco. It was my husband of twenty years, Lorenzo. The betrayal deepened when I overheard him talking to our son. They laughed about my "episodes" and mocked me for being boring. Marco even told his father, "You should just leave her and be with Katia." Katia—his history tutor. Their conspiracy, hatched within the walls of my own home, destroyed the last of my love for them. Now, I've gathered my proof, and his biggest career achievement—the Innovator of the Year award gala—is next week. It's the perfect stage. He thinks I'll be the supportive wife on his arm, but he's wrong. I'm not just leaving him; I'm going to burn his world to the ground in front of everyone./0/73606/coverorgin.jpg?v=72c5fc59b6fb992aa1920f13243de958&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unseen Love
*I. Introduction* - Introduce protagonist, Rory - Establish setting: university - Introduce Alessandro "Alex" Morano, a mysterious and attractive senior *II. The Encounter* - Rory meets Alex in psychology class - Alex's reputation as a member of the Morano crime family is revealed - Rory tries to avoid Alex, but he seems to take pleasure in provoking her *III. The Incident* - Rory finds Alex battered and bruised on the ground - She helps him to her car and takes him to her apartment - Alex reveals that he got jumped, but doesn't elaborate *IV. The Aftermath* - Rory cares for Alex's wounds and tries to help him recover - Alex and Rory grow closer, and Rory starts to develop feelings for him - Rory is drawn to Alex, despite his reputation and the danger surrounding him *V. The Spark of Attraction* - Rory and Alex share a moment of intense attraction - Rory feels a spark of desire and knows she's in trouble - Alex seems to feel the same way, but doesn't act on it *VI. The Consequences* - Rory realizes she's falling for Alex, hard - She knows she's in over her head and doesn't know if she can ever go back - The story sets the stage for a romance between Rory and Alex, despite the danger and obstacles surrounding them./0/99238/coverorgin.jpg?v=bbcb164cbd650832131cd643ef2c0777&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Shadow, A Billionaire's Tears
He broke my heart ninety-nine times, but it was the last one that finally killed my love for him. At his family's party, his new girl theatrically stumbled, pulling us both into the pool. My heavy gown dragged me down, and I gasped for air, reaching for him. But he shoved right past me. He saved her. Through the chlorinated water, I heard his voice, sharp and clear for everyone to hear. "Your life is no longer my problem." The world went silent. My love for him died in that pool. But the final humiliation came a week later, at a high-stakes poker game. He kissed her in front of everyone, a brutal, public execution of my worth. Then he looked straight at me, his voice booming across the silent room. "She's a much better kisser than you ever were." Later that night, I overheard him talking to his second-in-command. "I'll keep her around long enough to make Ellie jealous. Give it a few weeks. She'll come crawling back, begging me to take her back. She always does." My love, my pain, my heartbreak—it was all just a game to him. So I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I went home, opened my laptop, and applied to a university in New York. This wasn't a threat. This was a burial./1/110270/coverorgin.jpg?v=15a044687e19957b3ffcbd3812f52eec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late To Love: The Don's Dying Wife
At my boyfriend's poorest moment, I suddenly broke up with him. Later, he became a Don in the Mafia and married me by any means necessary. Everyone said he loved me to the bone. But every night, he brought different women home, deliberately trying to provoke me. I asked no questions, shed no tears, and never disturbed his trysts with his mistresses. He went crazy with rage instead, kissing me fiercely and demanding, "Why aren't you jealous?" He didn't know I was sick. Dying. While he was furiously taking his revenge on me, I was slowly walking toward death./0/78474/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ef7fedbac108fbb282795294197b7a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Collide -The Mafia
Shelbina was adopted by a Mafia family. They adore her. Her brothers doted on her and trained her the same as they had been. She is a queen who doesn't need any crown or throne to prove herself. Xander Hill is a powerful Mafia Boss who rules his world with pride and dignity. He won't think twice before killing if it's about his people. Once he wants something he takes it at any cost./0/68741/coverorgin.jpg?v=03c72106f90882a98651ff5c17af6b71&imageMogr2/format/webp)
