Mafia Books for Women
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Vincenzo's Girl: Avenging My Mafia Betrayal
I was eight months pregnant with the heir to my husband's criminal empire, a man I adored. Then I found his vasectomy certificate, dated a year ago—six months before he begged me for a son. Our entire marriage was a lie, a cruel game orchestrated for his obsessive sister. I overheard him admit he let his men defile me, turning my pregnancy into a public bet just to prove he could build me a throne and then watch me burn on it. My love, my life, my child—it was all a ritual sacrifice. But they forgot one thing about the woman they planned to destroy. As they plotted my final humiliation, I made a single call to the one man my husband truly fears. "Dad," I said quietly. "I'm ready to come home."/1/104703/coverorgin.jpg?v=8043da784c3a05bbc8de63cf9d0b415f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mistaken Identity: Loving The Wrong Twin Sister
I replaced my twin sister in a marriage contract to the ruthless Mafia Don, Donovan Blackwood. For three years, I was a ghost in his home, silently enduring his coldness while he flaunted his mistress, Chloe. On the very last day of our contract, Chloe staged an accident. Donovan didn't hesitate. He forced me to drain my blood to save her life. Then, to prove his loyalty to her, he drove me to the cliffs and pushed me into the freezing ocean. He even locked me in a cellar infested with spiders—my deepest phobia—because she lied and said I threatened her. He thought he was punishing the spoiled, arrogant Isabella. He didn't know he was breaking Ava, the woman who had silently memorized his allergies and waited up for him in the dark every single night. When I finally took my fifty million dollars and vanished, I left behind nothing but the divorce papers and a photo revealing the truth. He tore the city apart, destroying my family to find me, only to realize he had tortured the wrong woman. Now, he is standing on my porch in the pouring rain, staring in horror at the simple wooden ring on my finger given to me by another man. He falls to his knees, begging for a chance to love the wife he tried to destroy. I look at him, feeling absolutely nothing. "It's too late, Donovan," I say, locking the door. "You killed her."/1/117104/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a0aa417a8bea3f0766e6467e997f595&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Obedient Mafia Shadow
I had been the obedient shadow of New York's future Don since we were six years old, willing to bleed for his Outfit. But in a club full of made men, when asked who he would save in a lethal crossfire between me and a Capo's daughter, he looked me dead in the eye and chose her. "Tessa is too soft for the life. Saving her would just be a tactical liability." The entire syndicate crew erupted in mocking laughter, cheering as the Capo's daughter brazenly took the seat beside him. To further break my spirit, he later used my late grandfather's sacred blood-oath rosary as a pawn in a treacherous mountain survival drill. He left me to freeze in the torrential mud, violently shoving me aside to coddle his new favorite's fake injury, publicly berating me as a pathetic burden. For fifteen years, I endured his isolation and casual cruelty, naively believing he was just hardening me for our future reign. I couldn't understand how the boy who used to protect me could so ruthlessly strip away my dignity, deliberately destroying my confidence just so I would remain his dependent toy forever. Waking up battered in the hospital, the fifteen years of suffocating devotion finally drained out of me. I calmly booked a one-way ticket to the rival Southern Syndicate to become an underground surgeon, leaving him and his bloody throne behind forever./1/103533/coverorgin.jpg?v=aea9714de84667c9296a20e1318eccfb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold To The Mafia Don
"My gift has finally arrived, a perfect specimen, perfect for an heir." *** If only I had known that I wouldn't ever return to my house. Never see my mother, my siblings, or Violet... I never would have gotten in that car. My father remarked, "She's all yours," "Dad? Dad? Dad?! " I yelled. I squirmed as tears began to stream, attempting to break free. *** Years have passed... "My gift has finally arrived," said a voice I recognized. That voice was the catalyst for my downfall. "Well, now that we're acquainted, I think we can go see my son." You know, I purchased you for him. "A perfect specimen, perfect for an heir," he murmured, a nasty smirk on his face. *** "Son!" Antonio applauded. "What do you want, father?" I felt a little chill at the sound of the fresh voice. The Italian accent in the words, together with how deep, velvety, and dominating it was, shook me to my very core. I was a little pleased that he spoke so harshly about his father. He had midnight-black hair that fell in a part of his onyx eyes, which was lengthy in the center but short on the sides. Deeply tanned complexion, full pink lips, and a jawline with a five o'clock shadow. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt beneath that had the first three buttons undone, revealing some tattoos. His hands were encrusted with silver rings, some of which had black jewels. Both hands and backs of both had tattoos. I was intrigued by the creative swirls since I was ignorant of the whole tattoo. Not if he made the decision to remove his shirt. *** Lucy was sold to Antonio Martinelli, the former boss of the biggest Italian mafia when she was 14 years old. After spending years in the "safe house," Lucy is delivered to his son Luca Martinelli, the new leader, as a birthday gift. Luca fights the urge to fall in love with the ebony beauty as Lucy attempts to keep a promise she made and regain her former self. Will they endure all the deceit, lust, murder, and betrayal committed in the name of love together?/0/74151/coverorgin.jpg?v=2789996154f7d2113aaea3968495b36a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Veils of Thorns
Luca DeLuca was never meant to be a king. Born into one of the most powerful mafia families, he was raised in the shadows of blood and violence-protected, sheltered, and kept far from the world his father ruled with an iron fist. But when Don Salvatore DeLuca is assassinated, everything changes. The empire his father built is now crumbling, threatened by enemies within and outside the family. Forced into a throne he never wanted, Luca must learn to navigate a world of betrayal, power, and brutal survival. He isn't a killer. Not yet. But in the mafia, power is earned in blood-and to lead, he must be willing to lose everything, including the last pieces of his soul. But Luca's battle isn't just against the underworld's deadliest players. It's against himself. As he struggles with the darkness seeping into his veins, a forbidden love threatens to shatter everything. Torn between the woman who makes him feel human and the ruthless empire that demands his loyalty, Luca must decide: Is he willing to sacrifice love for power? Or will love be his greatest weakness? In a world where trust is a death sentence and mercy is a myth, Luca DeLuca must either rise as a legend or die as a footnote./0/83694/coverorgin.jpg?v=8e50a1720b655a8919411b4da3e88b67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Last Bet
The roar of the South Philly sports bar was music to my ears, the cheers for my "Oracle" predictions ringing hollow as I saw the smiling faces of my childhood friends. Just one week from now, in a life I' d already lived, these same friends would lose everything on my predictions and leave me for dead in a dirty alley. They' d blame me, screaming King K, the flashy influencer, had called it an hour before I did, beating me until I stopped moving. Now they pressed me for more "sure things," their greed a mask over the rage I knew was coming, their loyalty as thin as their winnings. Then my Uncle Leo, the only family I had, intervened, pulling the "exhausted niece" card, a gesture that filled me with relief, even as I felt a pang of guilt for my coldness. But relief turned to dread when he revealed his "heart condition" and a staggering medical bill, claiming he' d lost all our savings on a "bad tip"-a lie designed to force one last, massive prediction from me. The betrayal of my previous life faded into the background, eclipsed by the desperate reality of his illness, trapping me into playing the Oracle again. I poured my soul into the data, finding a perfect, obscure rookie bet, only to see King K post the exact same pick minutes later, confirming a sickening truth: Uncle Leo was leaking my intel. My blood ran cold when I found the unique Eagles watch I' d given my uncle on King K' s wrist in an old photo, realizing my uncle was not only feeding my analysis to his secret boyfriend but was systematically destroying my reputation to build King K' s brand. The pieces clicked: it was always planned. But this time, I was ready. I cashed out my winning soccer bets (which King K had predictably tried to steal credit for, missing my trap bet entirely), and used every dime on one final, impossible gamble: the "unbeatable" NFL team would lose after their star quarterback suffered a season-ending injury in the first quarter-an event I remembered with horrifying clarity from my past life. I packed a bag, ready to watch King K, Uncle Leo, and every single soul who had called me a fraud, who had plotted my demise, lose everything and face the loan sharks I knew would be coming./1/102623/coverorgin.jpg?v=f32dbc03ae1aca6ebef45427d1e9b24c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Mafia Don's Golden Cage
I stood over the fresh dirt of my four-year-old son's grave. My husband, the Don of the Stark family, didn't hold my hand for comfort. He only adjusted his cuffs and checked that the diamond necklace he forced on me looked good for the cameras. "Stop crying," he whispered into my hair. "You're making a scene." Two days later, I woke up to the sound of shattering glass in the nursery. A strange boy stood there, smiling over the broken remains of my son's favorite snow globe. "This is Cody," my mother-in-law said coldly. "He's family. He stays." When I demanded he leave, Eli looked at me with dead eyes. "Material things can be replaced, Harper. The boy stays." Suspicion led me to the library door, where I heard the impossible truth. Cody wasn't a distant cousin. He was Eli's illegitimate son. And worse—while my son was drowning alone in the pool, Eli hadn't been at a business meeting. He had been in bed with his mistress. I realized then that the silver bracelet he had gifted me wasn't jewelry. I pried it open and found the blinking red light of a tracker. I was a prisoner in a cage of gold. So, I decided to die. I staged my suicide at the bridge, vanished into the night, and paid a shadow doctor to wipe my memories clean. I became Avery. I was happy. I was free. Until six months later, when a man in a black suit walked into my small-town cafe and looked at me with the eyes of a wolf. "Harper," he growled. "Come home."/0/91516/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6adc1f13279fd6df5ac1f438b1291e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to the ruthless Billionaire Mafia
I was meant to study law. Instead, the law sold me. My father's debts sold me into a contract marriage with Dante Moretti, the heir to a mafia empire who hides behind a billion-dollar legal empire. To the world, he's the polished, untouchable CEO. Behind closed doors, he's ruthless, demanding, and dangerously irresistible. I swore I'd outsmart him that I'd serve my time and win my freedom. But every kiss feels like a trap, every touch like a dare, and every secret I uncover pulls me deeper into his world. And the longer I stay, the harder it is to remember: Am I his prisoner... or his bride?/0/90421/coverorgin.jpg?v=0692d92ce48f9601d7683872c51475aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Regret of the Mafia King
Luna Hayes accidentally saved Liam Moretti, the heir to Ravenwood's largest mafia family. People whispered his name with fear. They said he was merciless, ruthless, a devil in business... and even worse in bed. Yet this very man would kneel to help Luna put on her heels, afraid to hurt her. In bed, he was always gentle with her-so much so that he kept a sex slave just to satisfy his darker desires. But everything changed the moment Liam decided to let that slave carry his child./0/99338/coverorgin.jpg?v=db02cbf349e209b22240fee33da38a74&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late to Love Me Now
My father, a rising star in a crime family, decided to leave my mother. During the divorce, he asked me to choose who to live with. For the sake of my future, I chose him, the man who had money and power, over my penniless mother. My choice broke her heart. "He has money, Mom. You don't. I don't want to be poor anymore," I told her, a lie that felt like swallowing glass. She looked at me with utter betrayal before collapsing in tears. In my previous life, my love for her became the burden that destroyed her. After we were cast out, she worked herself to the bone to support me, only to die tragically trying to sell a kidney to pay for my medical bills. I followed her into death a week later. I didn't understand. I had loved her with all my soul, but my love only led to her suffering and death. Why did choosing love mean choosing ruin? Waking up again, I was fourteen, back at the moment of that devastating choice. This time, my love would not be a burden. It would be a weapon. I would get close to my father, dismantle his empire from the inside, and build my mother a fortress with the rubble./0/74621/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d85cfaba7553b14615737d44936a693&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kane's Forbidden Mafia Princess
Book One in the Spinelli Chronicles Fiona Higgins' life is shattered when. She uncovers the shocking truth about her family's dark legacy: she's the daughter of a ruthless Mafia king, Don Spinelli. As she fights for her freedom from the Mafia, she's drawn to Kane McGregor, the billionaire who saved her life one fateful night. But as they surrender to their forbidden love, they will risk everything to escape the deadly world that binds them. ★ ★ ★ "If you want a war, I'll give it to you," Kane's blue eyes blazed with intensity. "I won't rest until your father, your brothers, and anyone else in that gang rots in jail for the rest of their natural lives." I let out a slow sigh. "I'm not here to compare firepower; I'm just a businesswoman trying to make a deal." Kane's laughter was low and mocking. "Right, and just to be clear, you're not exactly a skilled 'businesswoman.' I almost took you to my bed, and I'm glad it didn't happen." One of my brows arched. "I'm curious, though, would you?" "Would I what?" Kane asked. I leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "Would you still take me to your bed if I wasn't a Spinelli?" The silence that followed was deafening, and I knew I had my answer./0/57883/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8087e3824763144e230363b9773f67c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Angel of Darkness : A Wife's Revenge
Elena Moretti's life takes a dramatic turn when her cruel husband divorces her on the day their premature baby dies. Betrayed and sold out by her husband and mother-in-law, Elena nearly falls into the hands of the brutal Darkmora gang. But fate brought her to Lorenzo Ricci, a mysterious man with extensive connections in Italy. Their sudden, theatrical marriage brings Elena into a world of luxury she never imagined. As feelings grow between them, Lorenzo helps Elena get back on her feet and avenge her. But behind Lorenzo's loving exterior lies a dark secret that could shake the entire world of the Italian mafia. Who is Lorenzo really? Why would a man as powerful and mysterious as him choose Elena? And what is his connection to Zonil Leone, the legendary but never-seen leader of the Clanostra? As Elena gets closer to uncovering the truth, she doesn't realize that she's gone too deep into the web of Italy's most powerful mafia. Will her love for Lorenzo survive the big secret that could change everything?/0/54129/coverorgin.jpg?v=850f4d0ddd65be32df749eec22455d88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The seduction of desire
"In a world where duty and desire collide, Camila, a spirited model and actress, finds herself thrust into an arranged marriage with Eduardo, the brooding Don of the Spanish Mafia. As they navigate the complexities of their forced union, secrets, sacrifices, and simmering emotions come to light. Camila, longing for a connection with her distant husband, is met with walls of indifference and harsh truths. Eduardo, bound by duty and past choices, struggles to balance his responsibilities with his growing feelings for his unexpected wife. Will they find a way to bridge the gap between them, or will their marriage be torn apart by their conflicting worlds and unspoken desires?"/0/98558/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c4d5b67fa1e5111f0e4c0217f9b8e68&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex-Husband's Billion-Dollar Regret
The last thing I remember is my fiancé, Cayden, toasting to our future. The first thing I hear when I wake up in a hospital is him telling the city's most feared Don to pretend to be my fiancé instead. A doctor says I have severe neurological damage. Amnesia. Then, my best friend, Vivian—the girl I considered a sister—walks in. Her hand is linked through Cayden's arm, her head resting on his shoulder. They look like a perfect, loving couple. I hear Cayden's frantic voice in the hallway, not even bothering to whisper. "Please, Liam," he begs the Don, Liam Hewitt. "Just do me this one favor. I need a break from all her marriage talk." Then his voice turns slick with temptation. "As her 'fiancé,' you can finally get her to sign the demolition agreement for the Owen manor. She'll do anything you ask." My heart turns to a pile of cold, dead ash. The man I loved and the woman I trusted didn't just betray me. They tried to erase me. When they all step back into my room, I steady myself. I look past Cayden, past Vivian, and fix my eyes on the most dangerous man in the city. A faint smile touches my lips. "Only you feel familiar," I say to Liam Hewitt, my voice a soft, broken thing. "Fiancé," I say, the word tasting like poison and opportunity. "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name. Take me home."/0/88859/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Prince's Hidden Baby
The Mafia Prince's Hidden Baby A Secret. A War. A Love That Refuses to Die. Five years ago, Aria Russo made the hardest choice of her life-disappearing with the Mafia Prince's unborn child to protect them both from a world of blood and betrayal. She never expected Lorenzo Valentini, the cold and ruthless heir to New York's most feared crime family, to find her again. But secrets never stay buried in the Mafia. When a failed assassination attempt pulls Aria back into Lorenzo's dangerous orbit, the truth is revealed: the Valentini heir has a son. A hidden prince. Now, with enemies closing in and old betrayals igniting a deadly war, Lorenzo will stop at nothing to protect the family he never knew he had. But as passion reignites and long-buried emotions rise to the surface, the lines between love and power blur. Can Aria survive the ruthless world she tried to escape? "She hid his child to save them. Now, he'll burn the world to protect them." Will Lorenzo choose vengeance-or the future only Aria and their son can give him? In a world ruled by loyalty and blood, love might be the most dangerous weapon of all./1/110761/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f62be146d32e2421625ed7e8223ae22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My lover's revenge after my death
Five years after my death, the street punk banished by the Mafia family returned to this soil as a highly respected Godfather. He didn't come back for turf or business. He came for revenge. He wanted to make me regret the day I "betrayed" him. He framed my father as a rat. He locked my mother in a pitch-black basement until she went blind. He crippled my brother's right arm, stripping away his gift as a top-tier sniper forever. To find me and exact his vengeance personally, he had turned himself into a monster. "She’s dead! She’s been dead!" my brother roared. "Five years ago! When The Commission sent hitters after you, she took the fall! She burned to ashes so you could live!"/0/98559/coverorgin.jpg?v=3fd6e3442fd44926c9877b596d4a6423&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress My Husband Cast Away
My little brother’s heart monitor was screaming its final warning. I called my husband, Dante Volkov, the ruthless underworld king whose life I’d saved years ago. He had promised to send his elite medical team. “I’m handling an emergency,” he snapped, then hung up. An hour later, my brother was dead. I found out what Dante’s “emergency” was from his mistress’s social media. He had sent his team of world-class surgeons to deliver her cat’s kittens. My brother died for a litter of cats. When Dante finally called, he didn't even apologize. I could hear her voice in the background, asking him to come back to bed. He even forgot my brother was dead, offering to buy him a new toy to replace the one his mistress deliberately crushed. This was the man who had promised to protect me, to make my high school tormentors pay. Now, he was holding that very tormentor, Seraphina, in his arms. Then came the final blow: a call from the clerk's office revealed our seven-year marriage was a sham. The certificate was a forgery. I was never his wife. I was just a possession he was tired of. After he left me to die in a car crash for Seraphina, I made one call. I texted a rival mob heir I hadn't spoken to in years: "I need to disappear. I'm calling it in."/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./0/98560/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4b6d4b36eb404ef95f7682537d7f1b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
