Mafia Books for Women
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Obsessed with His Unwanted Mute Bride
Raised as a Foster child in the powerful Carter crime family, Beverly has harbored deep feelings for Diro Carter, the heir who once served as her childhood protector. Born mute, she struggles to communicate her emotions in a marriage forged from obligation Diro wed her only to fulfill his dying grandfather's final decree. Trapped in a loveless union, Beverly endures Diro's psychological torment and his mistress Faye's calculated efforts to destroy her. Through every betrayal, Beverly holds onto a fragile hope that Diro might remember the bond they shared as children. Silenced by her condition but not her spirit, Beverly faces an impossible choice: fight for a love that may no longer exist or escape before the toxic marriage destroys her completely./0/84028/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5a5d29d6fad7617086d54e5f6124606&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cartel Queen's Revenge
I loved Andrew with every part of my being, my adoptive brother, the golden son of the Clark family. My world shattered when my whispered confession, "I love you," was met with his icy disgust and a chilling declaration: "You are my sister. That' s disgusting." He orchestrated my exile, marrying me off to Luis Martinez, a man rumored to be a dangerous cartel leader in Miami, deeming me a "stain" he had to "fix." Two peaceful years later, with Luis, I found a real home and unwavering love, even carrying his child-a life Andrew viciously tore apart in a bloody raid, telling me he had killed Luis "to save me." Why did he destroy everything I cherished, everything that finally made me happy, and why did he brand me a familial disease to be cured? Consumed by grief and a vengeance colder than Andrew' s betrayal, I will rise from the ashes of my ruined life to make him pay for every drop of blood he spilled./1/101862/coverorgin.jpg?v=4beab87c06ef93cf1d748a947010e12d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows: The Don's Runaway Queen
I was the Queen of New York, the untouchable wife of the city's most feared Mafia Don, Liam Goldstein. But my throne was built on quicksand. It started with a photo of a hotel receipt and a tangle of lingerie sent to my phone. It ended with a listening device I planted, hearing my husband tell his mistress that I was just a "decoration" while she would bear his heir. The humiliation reached its peak at the charity gala. His mistress, Ava, marched in wearing my jewelry, claiming my husband in front of the city's elite. When I tried to leave, Liam grabbed me. I fell. I hit the floor hard, and the pain in my stomach was blinding. I lay there on the ballroom parquet, bleeding out in my white gown, losing the unborn son Liam claimed he wanted more than anything. But he didn't kneel to help me. Terrified of a scandal, he shielded his mistress from the paparazzi and walked away, leaving me to die amidst the champagne and diamonds. I woke up in a hospital bed with an empty womb and a "sorry" check from his lawyer. He thought money could fix a dead child. He thought I would just go back to being his ornament. He was wrong. That night, I initiated the Phoenix Plan. I planted my DNA in a car wreck, drove it to the docks, and watched it explode into a fireball. To the world, and to Liam, Maya Goldstein is dead. But I’m very much alive. And I’m going to burn his empire to the ground./0/74642/coverorgin.jpg?v=48b310a205bac53fe8e0ad8026ce3262&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The lonely mafia
Summary The lonely mafia In a forest in a place recovered from Russia was the most dangerous and especially lonely mafia, Nikolai Andreew is the leader of a Russian mafia organization, his organization specializes in the sale of drugs, cocaine and money laundering, it is very in natureCold, impenetrable and very impulsive. Orphan of father and mother he had lived in an orphanage, at the start he was a straight man, a worker calm and everything but everything had changed in his life when he was unjustly accused of a crime that he had not committed, since then he had completely changed after the mistreatin prison. His time spent in prison was the worst moment he had spent his whole life, it was like hell for him because he had known torture, suffering and everything. Since he had been torn off his parents very early and that he had not enjoyed their love well, he had become a merciless man, unwinding from feelings, he had become stronger and the only way he had found to protect himself from the low blows of life, his enemies and everything after hisReleased from prison was to dive into darkness, to love blood, to be merciless. So today with his clan filling with his men he had become the most influential man in all areas, everyone fears him because he sows terror anywhere he sets foot. In addition to the mafia he had his things that he managed, he loved loneliness, never embarked on a woman, he led his lonely life and enjoyed it more than anything. But what will happen to his loneliness when he met a beautiful broken woman, destroyed who needed her protection? Will he end his solitude to help him? Or will she let him go and continue in her solitude as usual? Will he manage to protect the young woman and make her happy? Will they finish together?/1/109684/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdd6a9ea79856bac9cde201ca8f10e02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Resign: The Mafia Boss's Unwanted Wife
I was gasping for air on the cold marble floor of the Syndicate Ball, my lungs seizing in a familiar, lethal rhythm. My inhaler was just five feet away, but it might as well have been miles. Dante Moretti, the man who bought my life with his blood eight years ago, looked right at me. He saw my panic. He saw the weakness he despised. Then, he turned his back on me to continue waltzing with his mistress. That betrayal was just the beginning. When the elevator trapped us days later, the lights flickering and the air growing thin, Dante didn't hesitate. He pried the doors open and carried Sofia out like a fragile bride. He left me—his wife with a diagnosed respiratory condition—alone in the suffocating dark to die. He missed my birthday dinner to comfort her on a Ferris Wheel, leaving me to celebrate with a single candle on a slice of toast. I finally realized that to him, I wasn't a wife to be cherished. I was just property to be owned. Something inside me didn't just break; it clicked into place. I stopped waiting for him to come home. I left my wedding ring on the table, blocked his number, and walked out into the night. Now, Dante is tearing the city apart to find me, claiming he realizes his mistake. But he's too late. Because the man standing beside me now isn't offering me a diamond ring or empty promises. He just handed me a loaded Glock and asked if I wanted to be his Queen./1/116724/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f74efd926a1147c2641586641c11c19&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Captive Of The Ruthless Warlord Boss
Betrayed by my own uncle for a stack of hundred-dollar bills, I was drugged at the Miami airport and trafficked to a heavily armed mercenary compound in the Darien Gap. Stripped of my dignity, I was scrubbed with industrial bleach and graded as an "A-class asset." I was supposed to be a gift for Axel Sterling, the ruthless warlord who owned the estate, but he took one look at our trembling line and coldly declared he had no interest in women. To vent her frustration, the estate manager, Bea, decided to make my life a living hell. She locked me in a pitch-black solitary cell, starving me for days. She dragged me out only to force me to watch runaway girls get torn apart by massive mastiffs and swamp crocodiles. She wanted me completely broken and begging, a mindless toy ready to submit the moment the warlord returned. Sitting in the freezing mud, covered in blood, I was pushed to the absolute brink of madness. I couldn't understand why I was being kept alive while the others were sold off to the cartels. Was it really just because I had recognized a fake 1792 colonial map in his foyer? When Axel finally returned, Bea shoved me onto the burning asphalt, throwing an oil-stained rag at my face. "Wipe them clean! Or I'll throw you back in the pit!" She hoped my clumsy panic would trigger his extreme OCD and get me killed. But I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. Recalling my university antiquities restoration classes, I treated his mud-caked combat boot like a priceless 16th-century manuscript, perfectly lifting the dirt without a single scratch. The warlord stared at my filthy, battered body, his dead eyes finally sparking with a dark, calculating interest. "Stand up. Come inside."/0/96388/coverorgin.jpg?v=98f184cabccdfb0a5ff4ceb317a0a175&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Heartless Betrayal: My Escape from the Mafia
For three years, I was the wife of Damian Costello, a feared mafia underboss who I believed was my savior. I lived in a gilded cage, mistaking his possessive passion for love. Then, on the day my father was executed, I discovered my marriage was a lie. A photo proved my husband was in Paris, not for business, but to chase the one woman he had always loved: my aunt, Isabella. I was just a substitute, a younger version of her he could own. He had staged the ambush where he "saved" me, and he only wanted a child with me for my family's eyes. His obsession was absolute. When a tureen of scalding soup flew toward us in a restaurant, he didn't shield me, his pregnant wife. He threw himself in front of Isabella. He even screamed at me in front of everyone, "In my heart, Seraphina will never be as important as you!" I realized my child wasn't a product of love. It was the final piece of his collection—a living trophy. So after he carelessly signed the annulment papers, I had an abortion. On the day he went into surgery to donate his second kidney to her, I left him a box containing the surgical report and our annulment decree. Then, I boarded a plane and vanished./1/108903/coverorgin.jpg?v=a74bd49cb62bb888554b821bbe6cc154&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kissing The Boss's Daughter
Elara Valente has lived her life under her father's control, a mafia princess trapped in luxury. But when she meets Luca, a humble baker who sees her for who she truly is, her world begins to change. Secret meetings, stolen moments, and forbidden attraction ignite a slow-burning romance-but danger lurks at every turn. With a strict father, an arranged marriage, and watchful cousins, Elara must choose: follow her heart, or obey the world she was born into./0/53055/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2c3f26acc6176d3e98d8f7d5dee5d4c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Boss's Obsession
A twenty-year-old, Zaina Amara Jones, has been kicked out of her thirtieth attended School due to a reason she sent more than ten bitches bullies to the hospital. She's untamed, unpredictable, heartless, dangerous and a type of lady you shouldn't wish to mess with. She's not afraid of anything, even death, because for her... She has nothing to lose. A twenty-seven-year-old, Vaughn Russo, found himself having an interest in a certain girl. From the first time he laid his eyes on her, he knew already he would do everything for him to make her his. He's cold, intimidating, ruthless, stoic and a type of man you shouldn't want to see or meet. He can kill you without any hesitation because, for him, killing is just normal. Two fearless people, one being tamed and untamed. What will happen when their paths cross? It's either there will be peace or war./0/56966/coverorgin.jpg?v=f02cb0d2291929626ee27c3a15982de0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her protector indepthted to the mafia boss
When Charli Temper tries to double cross the Mafia, they kidnap his daughter to teach him a lesson. It’s supposed to be an easy job for Stefano Rusev, but Tiffany Temper makes every second difficult. She’s stubborn, picky, sassy, sarcastic and way too alluring for her own good. The desire that burns between captor and captive quickly turns their situation into a ticking time bomb. A bomb that is set off when Mark Pearson, her long time bodyguard finally locates his charge and the monster. The three of them are a recipe for disaster, but if they want to get out of this situation alive, they have to find a way to work together and look out for each other while resisting the magnetic attraction between them. But life and death situations have a way of bringing out hidden passions. Will these three unlikely characters ever find a way to be together with all the chaos their union could create?/0/70889/coverorgin.jpg?v=04d169f9332706822da1827bef71787d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed by the Mafia Boss
In the shadows of New York's city Underbelly crime world, a ruthless mafia boss and an innocent young woman are bound together by a debt. Elizabeth Marlowe is forced to marry Vitali Marino who is well known for his cruelty, wealth and good looks He was every woman's dream and at the same time everyone's nightmare. Love wasn't a luxury Vitali Marino could afford, being the ruthless underboss of a mafia empire. In his books, to love was to be weak and weakness wasn't something Vitali could be associated with. His past was marked with violence and betrayal but Beth's innocence awakens a desire in him that he thought was long dead. As she explores the dangerous world of organized crime, she discovers a strength she never knew she possessed; from timid and submissive to fierce and determined Her journey is one of self discovery and empowerment as she confronts the harsh reality of her new world, she must also confront the darkness within herself as they dance with danger and desire. Will Beth's newfound growth and strength be enough to overcome the secrets and lies surrounding her or will the mafia's deadly grip destroy everything?/1/104523/coverorgin.jpg?v=7719b1d28102636322258cb433c8fe50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Bride Marries The Ruthless Capo
I was three days away from marrying the Underboss of the Fazio crime family when I unlocked his burner phone. The screen glowed toxic bright in the dark next to my sleeping fiancé. A message from a contact saved as 'Little Trouble' read: "She is just a statue, Dante. Come back to bed." Attached was a photo of a woman lying in the sheets of his private office, wearing his shirt. My heart didn't break; it simply stopped. For eight years, I believed Dante was the hero who pulled me from a burning opera house. I played the perfect, loyal Mafia Princess for him. But heroes don't give their mistresses rare pink diamonds while giving their fiancées cubic zirconia replicas. He didn't just cheat. He humiliated me. He defended his mistress over his own soldiers in public. He even abandoned me on the side of the road on my birthday because she faked a pregnancy emergency. He thought I was weak. He thought I would accept the fake ring and the disrespect because I was just a political pawn. He was wrong. I didn't cry. Tears are for women who have options. I had a strategy. I walked into the bathroom and dialed a number I hadn't dared to call in a decade. "Speak," a voice like gravel growled on the other end. Lorenzo Moretti. The Capo of the rival family. The man my father called the Devil. "The wedding is off," I whispered, staring at my reflection. "I want an alliance with you, Enzo. And I want the Fazio family burned to the ground."/1/101864/coverorgin.jpg?v=48c4c63a89f2455e4ede83955492aee7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Enemy Of My Ex
I served the Dunlap family for six years, managing their dark accounts and raising children that weren't mine, all while waiting for my husband to truly love me. But when the "real" mistress returned, my devotion was rewarded with a death sentence. My husband, Gavyn, didn't just ask for a divorce; he dragged me to a cliff edge. He stood next to Iliana, the woman who stole my life, and looked at me with cold indifference. He called me a thief. He called me an "incubator"—a temporary vessel used to hold his place until his princess came back. Then, he ordered his hitman to finish it. I managed to bribe the hitman and jumped into the freezing ocean, but the fall cost me the only thing that mattered. Alone on a desolate beach, shivering and broken, I miscarried Gavyn's child—the baby he didn't even know existed. I lay in the sand, hollowed out by grief. I couldn't understand how the man I worshipped could discard me like trash. He didn't just break my heart; he tried to erase my existence. But fate wasn't done with me. On that same beach, I found a wounded young man hiding in the woods. He wasn't just a stranger; he was the lost heir to the Sosa crime family—Gavyn's mortal enemies. When the Don, Daniel Sosa, came to claim his nephew, he offered me a hand. Now, the world thinks Alex Dunlap is dead. But tonight, I am walking into the Grand Gala on the arm of the most dangerous man in the city. And I’m going to burn Gavyn’s empire to the ground./0/96389/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c2d36d58cdd42410b02868bcb8f505c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Annulled Love, Mafia's Fall: She Bulldozed All
On my wedding night, I made a vow to Liam Gallo, the most feared man in New York. "If you ever betray me," I whispered, "I will vanish from your life as if I never existed." He laughed, thinking it was a romantic promise. It was an oath. Three years later, I discovered his betrayal. It wasn't just an affair; it was a public humiliation. His mistress, Ava, sent me photos of herself in my places, wearing jewelry he'd given me, taunting me with her presence in my life. And Liam let her. The final blow came at our Hamptons estate. I saw them together, Liam and a triumphant, pregnant Ava, in front of his inner circle. He was choosing her, his pregnant mistress, over his injured wife, demanding I apologize for upsetting her. In my own home, I was an obstacle. In my own marriage, I was a prop. The love I clung to for years finally died. Ava's texts confirmed it all, including a picture of an ultrasound captioned "Our baby," and another of her wearing the necklace he named "Maya's Dawn." So, on the morning after our anniversary party, I enacted my plan. I liquidated my assets, bulldozed the garden he planted for me, and served him divorce papers. Then, with a new identity, I walked out of the service exit and disappeared into the city, leaving the man who broke his vows to the wreckage of the life he destroyed./0/46955/coverorgin.jpg?v=5b76b5053085dbea8ce86013dce5548b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Agent
Sofia, an agent sent Uncover on a mission to inquire about evidence and schemes of an operation in a company allegedly said to be run by a Mafia Boss and his black market dealings. After falling in love with the cold, heartless Alexander Royce. Will she go through with her mission or leave it for love?/0/69482/coverorgin.jpg?v=f50c925538cbd1052aa2a2e8d10c224b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's Coded Heart
She was a hacker sought out by mafia gangs and Luca Santoro was finally able to get his hands on her where she worked as a hostess to cover up her hacker identity. "You're just a mere pawn in my game, Ash Vega." "I am Astrid, no longer Ash Vega. Get it straight, Don Santoro." As they both went deeper and deeper into the darkness lurking, they developed a relationship they couldn't define. But she was good with codes, she could break the codes in his heart to define what they were. The more valuable an asset, the more it is sought for in the underground world. More giants rose in order to claim the valuable one Luca Santoro possesed. Will he be able to protect her?/1/104524/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9256736266a176039cfe994efa0f4b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Mute Wife: Now His Obsession
I was the mute fisherman's daughter who married the King of New York, only to become his prisoner. Dante Vitiello didn't love me; he used my silence as a weapon and let his mistress, Valeria, rule my home. When Valeria poisoned herself to frame me, Dante didn't look for the truth. He drained my blood to save her life, then threw me into a freezing dungeon to rot among the rats. He planned to marry her while I shivered in the dark, telling me I was nothing but gutter trash. With no voice to scream and no way to fight, I chose the only escape left. I swallowed a vial of lethal pufferfish toxin, trading my life for a coma that mimicked death. I wanted to haunt him. I wanted my cold body to be his punishment. But when I woke up a year later, the world had changed. I wasn't in hell. I was in a clinic, and Dante was lying on the floor with a bullet in his temple. He had discovered the truth too late. To wake me up, he had accepted a deadly game of Russian Roulette. He signed our divorce papers with a steady hand, then pulled the trigger to buy my freedom. The monster was dead. And for the first time, the silence belonged to me./0/65415/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3611e0214e54db7a6386267fd3e25e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY DANGEROUS LOVE IN THE MAFIA
Luna is an innocent girl who enters the life of a mafia. She becomes the object of obsession and love from the mafia who has kidnapped her. Her trauma around the mafia gradually fades as she gets to know Darius Vallerio, a ruthless mafia figure. The presence of this unfamiliar man turns Luna's life completely upside down. She becomes filled with fear of the stark reality of darkness, a twisted fate, and a world full of enemies. Luna must live her life with a mafia known for his cruelty. She follows a path that is far less fortunate than others. She was kidnapped, not to be made a prostitute, but for love and obsession from a mafia. Darius Vallerio, the man, is steadfast in all his beliefs, knowing no fatigue or weariness. The dreams he has envisioned must come true. His role as a mafia won't deter his good or bad intentions good or bad intentions./1/106558/coverorgin.jpg?v=938889ab96db9ffb0f7be563e69508f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: Dragging Traitors To Hell
The world was a symphony of agony, played on the strings of my own body. I was tied to a chair in a damp basement, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth as my fingernails were ripped from their beds by a pair of rusty pliers. My best friend, Corrine, stepped into the flickering light wearing my favorite Chanel suit and the engagement ring that was supposed to be mine. Beside her, my fiancé Aldo held the pliers, his voice smooth and cultured as he demanded I sign over my entire inheritance to them. As I struggled, a news report flashed on an old TV in the corner: Hunter Gallagher, the man I had treated like dirt but who had always tried to protect me, was dead in a horrific car explosion. Corrine laughed, whispering in my ear that they had lured him to his death using a fake kidnapping tip. He died trying to save me from a trap set by the people I trusted most. They didn't just want my money; they wanted to erase me. They plunged a needle full of heroin into my neck, watching with cold, mocking eyes as my heart hammered against my ribs and finally seized into nothingness. I died in that basement, a blind, spoiled girl who had let her true protector be murdered. As the darkness closed in, my soul burned with a single, silent vow: If I ever get another life, I will drag you both to hell with me. Suddenly, I gasped for air, my lungs fighting against a weight that wasn't there. I wasn't in the basement; I was in my own bed, my fingernails intact and my skin unbroken. I checked my phone, and my heart stopped—it was May 20th, exactly one year before my death. Hunter was still alive, and this time, I wasn't the prey./0/78243/coverorgin.jpg?v=3cafce620aefed794c88b1924018deb6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
