Mafia Books for Women
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He Broke My Leg, I Broke His Empire
The blizzard howled, tearing through my truck, through my bones. My leg, shattered by Ethan's enforcers, throbbed, a familiar pain mirroring the betrayal in my heart. My phone screen flickered, a cruel final joke, announcing Ethan had just won "Family Values Politician of the Year." The photo showed him beaming, his arm around Brittany, and a little boy, their adopted son, wearing my Daisy' s bracelet. The one I' d made for her before Ethan sold her to child traffickers. My life, this wretched string of Ethan' s deceits, flashed before my eyes. I' d sold off my family' s historic ranch, acre by precious acre, to fund his political ambitions, only to be branded "uncivilized" for the calloused hands that built our legacy. He' d given my only insulated coat to Brittany, called me hysterical for a post-birth hemorrhage while giving my life-saving medicine to Brittany for a "migraine." Then, the county fair. To pay off a campaign scandal, he' d arranged for Daisy to get "lost," selling our daughter. When his deal went sour, he' d used me as a shield, promising to tell me where she was if I protected him. I fought like a cornered animal, and they broke my leg. He never told me. Dying in this snow, watching the man who destroyed everything receive an award, with my daughter' s bracelet on another child' s wrist? The injustice was a suffocating shroud. Why did he hate me so much? How could he be so cruel? What kind of monster sells his own child? Then, darkness. And a gasp. I jolted awake, not in a blizzard, but in Brittany' s lavish home, pregnant. Pregnant with Daisy. This time, things would be different./0/65240/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8d6444d65eec13d6e4469e6aa70739d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE OBLIVION REVENGE
"A complete fool, that is what you are," he said with a disgusting tone. Anastasia is a girl raised by her blind mother Helen, her father died when she was five. Her father's brother Jack was a drunkard who has no life and claimed that his brother's wife is his also. He lives with them and Anastasia has to work inorder to provide for everyone. Jack came home drunk that night and was assaulting her, she ran out of the house and went into a club to be among the crowd. Raped by the owner of the club and was left with an unwanted pregnancy. She went into a painful labour and lost the baby. Torn apart and left with sadness she sought out for revenge, got entangled with a new life she knows nothing about. She went back to The Rock hotel. Later finding out the man she fall in love with happens to be the son of the man who raped her. Will she be able to forgive Fergo when she finds out he raped her? Will she be able to love Anthonio even after knowing who his father was? Will she get her revenge or will she forgive and forget? Find out more from the book readers!/0/80258/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdb692e1adcca211539a0fc1508da0ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ROSES ON FIRE
"You bastards! You're worthless! How can you not bring me that woman?" I shouted nervously looking around me at how pathetic my people were. Everyone was silent, and that made me even more p*ss*d off. I had already exited through the back door of the auditorium, so nothing stopped me from spilling my guts on those who disobeyed my orders. So, I punched in all directions and I knocked down whoever fell victim to my fury of blows to the ground. I punched until I was literally tired. "I must have this woman! Do you understand? You will bring her to me whether she wants it!"/1/104976/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcbed115944274a46219689596354879&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Built Your Empire, Now It Burns
I realized my husband did not love me the moment he stepped over my broken heart to answer a text from his mistress. Caleb was the "Architect," a feared Capo in New York, but he forgot that I was the one who funded his rise from the gutter with my inheritance. He brought his assistant, Kimberly, into our private penthouse. She wore my silk robe, mocked my past trauma, and snapped my dead mother’s rosary right in front of my eyes. When I lashed out in grief, Caleb didn't defend me. He pinned me against the wall, comforting her while calling me "unstable" and "violent." He gaslighted me, claiming I would be eaten alive without his protection. He thought I was just a fragile princess who would crumble without him. He truly believed he was the king, forgetting that I was the one who built the castle. I didn't cry. I simply wiped the blood from my arm and walked out the door. He didn't know that I owned thirty percent of his laundering front and the land beneath his precious casino. I picked up the phone and dialed the number of his deadliest rival, the Irish mob. "The bank is closed, Caleb. I’m selling my shares to the enemy."/0/64146/coverorgin.jpg?v=431dcd4d3268bbe5ec85793fce6161f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's Love
Lily the daughter of one of the richest family, the Addams', was asked to get married to a the son of the Addams family friend, the Miller's. At first she disagreed but when a contract was made she agreed. The contract stated that after five years of being together and completing their mission to take down a notorious mafia group they could get a divorce. During their fake relationship they began to fall for each other. During their relationship they were able to take down the mafia group, but to their horror especially to lily it wasn't so easy. After taking down the group leader Miguel; a man in his late 50's, his son Daniel who he just started to bond with took up the responsibility to avenge his father's death. What did he do? Who was he allies? And what happened after his vengeance? To find out read mafia's mission./1/116240/coverorgin.jpg?v=1aed0f5a83b18f73f907d27c8976f4a0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Imprisoned Wife's Secret Empire
I was pregnant with my first child, living what I thought was a peaceful life as the wife of a wealthy CEO. Then my husband's ex-fiancée, Olivia, brought her daughter to visit our estate. She moved through my home like she still owned it—pouring his tea from memory, laughing over old stories I'd never been part of. I watched from the edges of my own living room while they rebuilt their past, brick by brick, shutting me outside. Then her daughter wandered down to the lake. By the time I made it to the water's edge—pregnant, slow, the last to arrive—Ethan was already kneeling on the dock, lifting a small, limp body from the dark water. Olivia's scream split the afternoon. And then she turned on me. "You pushed her. You were jealous. You killed my daughter." My husband, the man who had held me hours earlier and promised our son would be a star, looked me in the eye— And said nothing. His silence was the verdict. The police believed her. His mother believed her. The staff looked at me like I was already in handcuffs. I had no alibi they wanted to hear, no voice they wanted to listen to. Just a swollen belly and a name that no longer felt like mine. Then my newborn son, Noah, caught a fever. Ethan let Olivia give him a "natural herbal remedy"—some old family recipe she swore by. I begged him to take Noah to the hospital. He locked me out of the nursery instead. Noah died of respiratory failure hours later. The doctor said if we'd arrived two hours sooner, he would have lived. Instead of grieving with me, Ethan blamed me for both deaths. He claimed Olivia was now barren from the trauma I caused. He locked me in a boarded-up room in the abandoned west wing and told me I would carry his next heir as my "atonement." "You owe us a child." I couldn't understand how my husband could be so blind—how a man who once whispered promises into my hair could look at me like livestock—until I started noticing the gaps in his life. The phone call he silenced when he thought I wasn't looking. The business partners whose names never appeared on any letterhead. The way his mother's charitable foundation seemed to have unlimited funds and zero public donors. This family wasn't just rich. They were buried in something. And Olivia wasn't just a jealous ex. She was inside their machine, a debt I didn't understand yet. But I understood enough to stop crying. Using smuggled napkins and a piece of charcoal, I began sketching under the alias "Phoenix." If Ethan wanted an heir, I would give him one—while building a fashion empire from my cell, buying back my freedom one design at a time, and burning his entire blood-soaked legacy to the ground. He thought he'd locked up a broken wife. He had no idea he'd just created his own destroyer./0/98563/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d2e6f6523c750e570c3394386efef94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Bride Has A Secret
I took a blade for my husband, Marco, five years ago. It saved his life, but the wound to my stomach cost me the ability to give him an heir. He swore it didn't matter. "I only need you," he had whispered. Today, he brought home my replacement. He called her a "surrogate," a university student named Bianca who was meant to secure his family's bloodline. But that night, I found them tangled in our guest bed. I stood in the doorway, a ghost in my own home, and listened to him praise her. "You're so pure," he whispered. "Lia... she's so frigid." The betrayal was a second blade twisting in my old scar. His affair became blatant. He showered her with gifts and forgot my birthday. When she coveted the heirloom pendant my dying mother gave me, he ripped it from my neck and gave it to her. "It's a worthless trinket," he scoffed. That night, she tried to run me over with his Aston Martin. He arrived to find me bleeding in the driveway, and he didn't even ask if I was okay. He just looked at me with disgust, believing her lies instantly. "What the hell have you done now?" he bellowed. "You're not dead, are you?" I laughed then, a hollow, chilling sound. I picked up my suitcase, turned my back on the ruins of my marriage, and made a single phone call. "Dante," I said to my brother, the Don of the Romano family. "It's done. Cut them off."/0/88395/coverorgin.jpg?v=b2e402f62dab555e720ab6795a254bcf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE HIDDEN RIVAL
They thought he was just another runaway. They never knew she was a storm waiting to rise. After the tragic death of her parents, Alex a girl mistaken for a boy all her life was one step away from being dumped into a foster home. But instead of surrendering to the system, she ran. That night on the streets, she didn't find safety. She found the mafia. Dragged into the brutal underground world of Vegas, Alex was forced to train like a soldier, live like a ghost, and survive like a killer. No one ever questioned her identity not when she could fight better, bleed harder, and keep her mouth shut longer than anyone else. They called her a boy. She didn't correct them. Not when being seen as male was the only thing keeping her alive. Sent to Base Two, the deadliest tier of training, Alex learned to fight, spy, kill and to hide her real self behind layers of silence, steel, and scars. Years later, she walks the streets of New York, not as the scared runaway girl from the past, but as The Rival. A faceless vigilante by night. A silent infiltrator by day. And a weapon forged for one purpose: revenge. Alex isn't just hunting criminals. She's chasing the truth behind her father's deathand every masked figure connected to it. But the deeper she digs, the more twisted the game becomes. Hidden enemies, familiar faces, and a web of betrayal that leads right back to the organization that made her. How long can she keep the mask on... before her real identity shatters everything?/0/62271/coverorgin.jpg?v=a160dab119056d8040534323107514fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tangled In Vengeance And Desire
"I'm sorry for everything I did in the past. I want us to reunite as a family. I want to be involved in my child's life," Julian said to Ava, his voice laced with sincerity as he held her hand. Ava shook her head, her finger pointed accusingly to his chest. "Now, you want me because i have a child with you? It's too late, Julian," she replied. "Ava, we can make this work. Just give me a chance to make everything right," he said to her in a pleading voice. She remained silent, trying to pull her hand away but Julian held it tight. He pulled her close, his lips brushing hers. "You will always be mine, Ava. If I can't have you then no one will," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. ~~~~~~~ After a painful divorce from her cheating ex-husband Julian, Ava thought she'd closed the chapter on her past. But when Julian reappears five years later, old wounds and feelings resurface. Complicating matters is the fact that Ava has a secret son with Julian and is now in a contract marriage with Alex, a rival of Julian's who has been her rock in times of need. As Julian tries to win her back, Ava must navigate a complex web of love and loyalty. Torn between her lingering feelings for Julian and her commitment to Alex, Ava must make a choice. Will she choose the father of her child or the man who has been her steady support? And what will be the consequences of her decision?/0/51321/coverorgin.jpg?v=de22495e1f2d398478bced07f6cd1b92&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Helen And The Mafia
“Come over here_ Lilly dear please come, I told you not not to go too far, Lilly dear” she calls again as the pretty little girl ran into her waiting arms. She was her mother's image, the same brunette hair, blue eyes, full lips and well-structured cheekbones. Both mother and child were beautiful as they hugged. Helen’s heart began to beat fast as she watched her husband's mistress with this beautiful child. They were in a busy mall but it was beginning to feel like a lonely hallway. “Oh my god, it can't be, it just can't be” Helen began to pray in her heart. “Come on baby let's go, the mall is no longer safe,” Victoria said, sizing up Helen from her face to her heavy baby bump. “And why is that?” the little angel asked in her most angelic voice. “Because there is a thief in here, who specializes in taking people's man” she informed. “Is this the woman who stole my daddy?” the little girl asked. Helen was hurt and ashamed and wished those passing by would not hear the little girl's question. “My God! What has Ramsey made me do?” Helen muttered as the child's questions confirmed her fears. She stole her father away from here. “Yes,” Victoria answered with a smile. “I hate you” the child announced and ran off. “Lilly! Lilly baby, don't run away from mummy” Victoria called and pursued after the child. Helen wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. It is true. She was married to a monster. A devil who didn't care about anyone including his own child. She was shaking when a hand tapped her on the shoulder. “Mrs. Phil” Brayan, my personal bodyguard, called. I turned to look at him. “We have to go," he said. I nodded and allowed him to take my hand and led me out. Ramsey never loved her , and she didn't think he loved the child she carried in her womb. If he could abandon his child, his own flesh and blood. Then she was nothing to him. It is all about the contract, to have a child from their contract marriage as she came for a family that befits his status. She was such a fool to have started developing feelings for a monster like him. She wept uncontrollably in the back seat as Bryan drove her back to the monster's mansion. Helen Phil. Formerly Helen Tory was forced into a contract marriage to Ramsay Phil, the dreadful Mafia lord because her father couldn't pay back the money he borrowed to save his dying business. The contract comes to an end when she gets pregnant and gives birth to a child. Helen is trapped in Ramsey's mansion. Will she be rescued by a charming prince or will Ramsey become the prince she desires in the face of daring challenges?/0/53668/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc4f74d4a8fea565b81286b80bdd53c4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Under Mafia Protection
When Jimena, a young single mother with a dark past and a violent ex she's desperate to forget, crosses paths with Alessio Fanucci, a dangerous mafia heir, her world is turned upside down. All she wanted was to get by working as a maid at the Fanucci mansion and to keep her distance from the three infamous Fanucci brothers as much as possible. Things take a turn when the oldest brother and heir, Alessio, breaks off his arranged engagement with his ex and urgently needs a new one. Alessio, cold, ruthless, dominant, and not someone anyone talks back to, sees the quiet Jimena as nothing more than his pawn. Meanwhile, she sees Alessio as nothing more than another monster she needs to escape. As they spend more time together, the lines between fake and reality begin to blur, and they discover they have more in common than they initially thought. Tensions rise when Jimena's ex returns, threatening her new comfortable life and the secrets she’s been withholding. He is out for revenge and is determined to go to any length for it, even if that means forming an alliance with the Fanuccis' enemy, who happens to be the family of Alessio’s ex. With a war, untold truths, and feelings at stake, will Jimena’s newly formed bonds keep standing, or will everything around her crumble?/0/83079/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d16d7057602a7cee07bddfa6c93e568&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From His Shadow To Her Throne
For a decade, I was Ace. Dominic Russo' s top enforcer, his strategist, the ghost who made his problems vanish. I built his empire in Port Sterling, brick by bloody brick, on the promise of a shared throne, our future intertwined. My loyalty was absolute, my love fierce. Then, I heard shattered glass. Standing outside his office, I listened as he planned his wedding to Chloe Miller, a socialite. He called me a mere "tool," "not wife material," unfit for his meticulously crafted public image. Ten years of unwavering loyalty, countless sacrifices, casually thrown away. The man I bled for, who I loved, demanded I empty our shared home for his new bride. Chloe, viciously, later read from his journal, twisting every one of my life-threatening missions into romantic backdrops for her. His lies ran deeper than I imagined, confirmed by his own rival: he' d manipulated me, used me as a human shield. How could he discard me so utterly, erase my sacrifices, gaslight my reality, turning my devotion into a weapon against me? The shock hardened into glacial fury, burning away every lingering sentiment. He thought I was just a tool? He was about to discover how sharp a tool could be when it decided to carve its own destiny. I picked up my burner phone and called Elijah Kane. Dominic' s entire empire was now a gift, served on a silver platter./1/100444/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e314e4536e3497a20aa7cbd21f44688&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bloody Love
Vivian Harrison used to be an ordinary nurse at the hospital, but she had the rare Rh-negative blood type. Three years ago, she saved the life of the king of the underworld, Archie Palmer, who had been on the brink of death, with her blood. From that moment on, she had completely fallen for him. However, when Archie awoke, he just coldly handed her a marriage contract. "I never owe anyone a favor." The marriage, in the name of repaying a favor, became a gilded cage that confined Vivian for three years. Archie made Vivian his wife, yet he gave all his tenderness and devotion to a vivacious and innocent woman-Cassie Fuller. He would drive across half the city on a stormy night just to stay with Cassie because she was afraid of the dark. He would spend a fortune at an auction to acquire a piece of priceless jewelry, because Cassie said she liked it. Yet, all he ever offered Vivian was endless indifference and suspicion. When Cassie suffered even the slightest grievance, he would unhesitatingly lay all the blame on Vivian and even torment and punish Vivian in the cruelest ways. "Your blood disgusts me as much as you do, Vivian." Later, when Vivian took a fatal bullet for him and lay bleeding on the ground, he walked coldly past her, holding the frightened Cassie in his arms, without sparing Vivian even a glance. At that moment, Vivian finally understood that this marriage was nothing but a joke from the start. She decided that she would no longer play along with Archie. But when Vivian, her body battered and broken, resolutely left Archie, and Archie, who had always claimed he never loved Vivian, for the first time felt his eyes sting, and frantically searched for her all over the world./0/74632/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BRoken Destiny
Jade, a young woman devastated by the betrayal of her loved ones, is forced to marry Liam, the fearsome local mafia boss, as part of a contract. Driven by a thirst for revenge, Jade is initially reluctant to bind herself to this powerful and ruthless man. However, through their interactions, she gradually discovers Liam's complexity and her own hidden feelings. Despite their differences, an irresistible attraction grows between Jade and Liam. Both must then face powerful enemies that threaten their relationship. Liam, haunted by his past as a mafia boss, struggles to protect Jade and gain her trust. Meanwhile, Jade, shattered by her previous experiences, must learn to open up again and trust this man who seems intent on saving her. Together, Jade and Liam must face the dangers that await them, while taming their own inner demons. Their quest for happiness will push them to question their beliefs and discover each other, in the hope of building a lasting and fulfilling relationship./0/83706/coverorgin.jpg?v=83de8d4ac530d815b278ad5920a5a827&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Friendship Kills: A Rebirth
I died alone on a cold hospital bed, my father gone, my life shattered by my best friend Madison and my boyfriend Kevin. Madison had drugged me, sold me to a cartel in Cancún, and watched a video of my humiliation go viral. They turned everyone against me, Kevin branding me a slut, my university expelling me, and the cyberbullying driving me to despair, while Madison used my stolen identity to destroy my family. My father, my secret protector, died after loan sharks Madison sent hounded him, leaving me with nothing but overwhelming grief and a searing sense of betrayal. Then, I opened my eyes in the sorority house living room, hearing Madison's saccharine voice, realizing I was back: the day it all began, but this time, I wouldn't be the victim./0/65716/coverorgin.jpg?v=590d6ea046fdea405bad55cd9fb14eb1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's Obsession
In the cutthroat world of organized crime, where loyalty is a currency more precious than diamonds, Mafia Don Luciano Rossi reigns supreme. His life, a tapestry woven with threads of power, violence, and calculated risk, is about to be irrevocably altered. A woman, initially perceived as nothing more than a debt, a possession to be collected, is poised to ignite a fire within him he never knew existed. Her presence is a disruption, a stunning anomaly in his carefully constructed world. She is not just beautiful; she is a force of nature, a whispered promise of something more profound than he has ever known. As their lives intertwine, Luciano is forced to confront the ghosts of his past, the ruthless choices that paved his path to power. His journey toward self-discovery and the uncharted territory of love is fraught with peril, especially when betrayal lurks in the shadows, cloaked in the guise of loyalty. In this high-stakes game of survival, where alliances crumble and trust is a fragile illusion, Luciano must navigate a treacherous landscape of shifting loyalties and shocking revelations. Just when he believes he has deciphered the true meaning of love and redemption, a twist of fate will challenge his very understanding of everything he holds dear./1/104513/coverorgin.jpg?v=854e28a45b76f110d53035d68c99683c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Kidney For His Mistress: Never Again
I woke up from surgery with a jagged scar on my side and a missing kidney. My fiancé, Dante Moretti, the Capo of the Chicago Outfit, hadn't saved me from an illness. He had harvested me like spare parts to save his mistress, Sofia. "She pays the tithe," he had told the surgeon coldly while I was paralyzed by anesthesia. For ten years, I was his loyal shadow. I managed his legitimate empire, took bullets for him, and even aborted our child three years ago because Sofia threw a tantrum about bloodlines. I thought my absolute loyalty would eventually earn his love. But when the Cartel held us both over the edge of a bridge days later, Dante didn't choose me. He tackled Sofia to safety and watched as I fell backward into the freezing black river. He thought I drowned. Or worse, he assumed I was a dog that would eventually swim back to its master, no matter how hard he kicked it. He was wrong. I dragged myself out of that water, but the woman who loved him died in the depths. Seven days later, I didn't return to the Moretti penthouse. I walked straight into the headquarters of his mortal enemy, Enzo Falcone. "Do you still want to marry me?" I asked the man who wanted Dante’s head on a spike. Enzo didn't hesitate. "I will burn the city down before I let him touch you again." Now, Dante is crawling at my gates, paralyzed and ruined, holding a medical box containing my stolen kidney. But he forgot one thing: I don't want it back./1/114056/coverorgin.jpg?v=aebc9b0da0b25141cd3c699a0a69064d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Runaway Heiress's Defiant Comeback
For five years, I lived a beautiful lie. I was Aliana Hughes, the cherished wife of the city's most feared Mafia Capo and the beloved daughter of the Don. I believed my arranged marriage had blossomed into love. On my birthday, my husband promised me the amusement park. Instead, I found him there with his other family, celebrating the fifth birthday of the son I never knew he had. I overheard their plan. My husband called me a "naive fool," a placeholder to legitimize his secret son. The ultimate betrayal wasn't his affair, but the sight of my own father's car parked across the street. My family wasn't just aware; they were the architects of my ruin. Back home, I found the proof: a secret photo album of my husband's other family posing with my parents, and records showing my father had bankrolled the entire deception. They had even drugged me on weekends so he could play happy family. The grief didn't break me. It turned into something cold and sharp. I was a ghost in a life that was never mine, and a ghost has nothing to lose. I copied every damning file onto a USB drive. As they celebrated their perfect day, I sent a courier with my parting gift: a recording of their treachery. While their world burned, I walked toward the airport, ready to erase myself and start over./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./1/117811/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ae79ea67bd17e7420cb5a7e4f6190ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
