Mafia Books for Women
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Out Of Your League: The Hacker Boss
I liquidated my life savings and spent three years in a dark bunker, using my hacking genius to build an untouchable criminal empire for the Capo I loved. But the moment his throne was secure, he erased my name from the Syndicate ledgers and brought home a mafia princess to be his Queen. He publicly humiliated me to elevate her, dismissing my heartbreak as a pathetic civilian tantrum. He even ordered me to use the offshore accounts I had funded to buy her a three-hundred-thousand-dollar blood diamond engagement ring. When he finally cooked a lavish dinner in our safehouse, he covered the plates in fresh truffles. "Then do not eat it. Just stay out of the way when she gets here." He had perfectly memorized the elite tastes of a woman he barely knew, but conveniently forgot the one ingredient that would send me into fatal anaphylactic shock. I had sacrificed my sanity and ignored my dying father to secure his territories. I finally realized he never kept me in the shadows to protect me. He hid me because he was terrified of my brilliance, caging my mind so he could steal my victories and replace me. So, I initiated a master kill-switch, wiping every trace of my existence from his servers. I packed my bags, invoked my own Omertà, and walked out. Since he refused to give me the throne he promised, I would just have to step into the light and conquer the underworld myself./0/81488/coverorgin.jpg?v=01ca6e3fbb8f12bedb8cea34f5b2565b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Man Wants My Heart
She wasn't looking for trouble-but trouble found her, dressed in a suit and staring like he already owned her. Mia Cruz has her life under control. A steady 9–5 at Luxe Visions, a quiet bookstore she co-owns with her mother, and just enough routine to keep the past where it belongs. She prefers books to parties, quiet to chaos. But when she meets Marco Valentino-enigmatic, powerful, and far too observant-her structured world begins to slip. At first, it's just looks. Then texts. Then a strange pull she can't quite resist. But something about Marco doesn't add up. And when her boss warns her to stay away from men who carry red flags-and blood-Mia realizes she might be in deeper than she ever intended. In a world where secrets kill and obsession runs deep, Mia must decide if love is worth the risk... or if walking away is the only way to survive./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./1/111013/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f58170cc937619266cf42475af02c08&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ugly Substitute Bride of the Mafia King
My adoptive family, the Castillos, treated their biological children like royalty, but used me as a disposable pawn. To secure a mafia alliance, they forced me to take my beautiful sister's place and marry Don Damien Moretti, a man rumored to be a ruthless, bloodthirsty monster. They thought they were sending me to my execution. At our engagement banquet, my mother and sister deliberately gifted me a cheap, counterfeit gown to humiliate me in front of New York's elite. When I publicly exposed their lie, my father demanded I apologize. My mother even raised her hand to slap me in front of everyone. "You are a vicious curse! You ruin everything!" They eagerly waited for the Don to execute me on the spot for embarrassing them. I had spent years secretly saving their company from bankruptcy and supplying the underground experimental drugs that kept my brother's mafia career alive. Yet, they threw me to the wolves without a second thought, disgusted by my very existence. But they didn't know that just an hour before the banquet, I had saved a bleeding, masked stranger in a dark alley-who turned out to be Damien Moretti himself./0/74675/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadows of the underworld
Shadows of the Underworld A Dark Mafia Thriller | Psychological | Crime | Romance When Ariana Steele discovers the truth behind her father's mysterious death, her carefully built world begins to crumble. Drawn into the shadows of a powerful crime syndicate, she must navigate a treacherous web of lies, betrayal, and deadly secrets. Trust is a luxury she can't afford-and yet, she finds herself inexplicably tied to the most dangerous man of all. Dante Rossi is heir to the criminal empire Ariana swore to destroy. Cold, calculating, and haunted by a violent past, Dante is both her enemy and her only chance at survival. As they're forced to work together, a dark, magnetic pull grows between them-one that threatens to unravel everything. But not everyone wants the truth to come to light. As alliances shift and buried secrets resurface, Ariana realizes the war she's fighting is bigger than revenge. It's a fight for her soul. And the deeper she falls into Dante's world, the harder it becomes to know who she's truly fighting for-or against. In a world ruled by shadows, love might be the deadliest weapon of all./1/104849/coverorgin.jpg?v=662eebac94ffc91eaf35f6221ba7c8b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late To Beg: My Cold Ex-Husband
On our ninth anniversary, my husband Dominick didn't toast to us. Instead, he rested his hand on his mistress's pregnant belly in front of the entire crime family. I was just a debt payment to him, a ghost in a forty-thousand-dollar gown. But the humiliation didn't end in the ballroom. When his mistress, Chastity, started hemorrhaging later that night, he didn't call an ambulance. He dragged me to the family clinic. He knew I had a serious heart condition. He knew a transfusion of that magnitude could trigger a fatal cardiac event. "She is carrying my son," he said, his eyes devoid of any humanity. "You will give her whatever she needs." I begged him. I bargained for my freedom. He lied and agreed, just to get the needle in my arm. As my dark red blood flowed through the tube to save the woman destroying my life, my chest tightened. The monitors began to scream. My heart was failing. "Mr. Reyes! She's crashing!" the doctor shouted. Dominick didn't even turn around. He walked out of the room to hold Chastity's hand, leaving me to die on the table. I survived, but Annis Myers died in that clinic. He thought I would return to the penthouse and continue being his obedient, silent wife. He thought he owned the blood in my veins. He was wrong. I went back to the penthouse one last time. I struck a match. I let the room burn. By the time Dominick realized I wasn't in the ashes, I was already on a plane to London. I had left my wedding ring in an envelope, along with the medical records that proved his cruelty. He wanted a war? I would give him one./0/67862/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d958897f7401e902af812eff664f175&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Older Brother
I was a Vitiello, sold to the Morettis to secure an alliance. For five years, I quietly loved Dante, counting down the minutes until our wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral. But it ended with a single text three minutes before the ceremony. "Stay at the apartment. Sofia is awake. Don't make a scene." His ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, had woken from a coma with no memory. Just like that, I was erased. For thirty days, I waited in the shadows while Dante played hero to a woman who didn't remember him. He told me he was protecting her fragile mind. But then I found the truth. I stood outside the doctor's office and heard Dante refuse a treatment that would restore Sofia's memory. "If she remembers, she might leave again," Dante told the doctor. "Elena will wait. She's a good soldier. Let me have my fantasy." He wasn't protecting her. He was keeping her broken to feed his ego, banking on my submission. He thought I was furniture he could put in storage. He was wrong. I didn't go back to the apartment. Instead, I dialed a number every made man in New York feared. "Matteo," I said to Dante's lethal older brother, the King of the underworld. "I am done waiting. I want to be a Moretti bride. But not Dante's."/0/74676/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c8578c429454e39a993f0cbf9240051&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wet Nights
On the night of her sister's funeral, Shemika accidentally killed her brother-in-law during a drug-fueled BDSM session. She fled but got hit by Bishop, a smooth-talking ex-convict and the manager of the exclusive nightclub, Wet Nights. He carried her to the club's hidden hospital for treatment. To dodge arrest, Shemika beg for a job at the club. After a shocking demonstration of wax play, orgasm denial, and bondage, she signed a blood-ink contract, becoming property of Wet Nights. She was then taken to the 14-story performers' dorm, the Crimson House, which was managed by the predatory house-manager known as Sinner-he fucks every newbiew in the house as part of their onboarding session. On her first night, Shemika was bullied to parade naked through all 14 floors, but the funny bisexual Jax stepped in and helped her. Soon, she teamed up with Synn, the ice-top performer, and Lexi, who was seeking her missing sister. However, some doors in Wet Nights remain locked for a reason... WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW, STEAMY, AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU'RE NOT 18+, PLEASE ABSTAIN!!!/1/104850/coverorgin.jpg?v=44b9d2d9baca63a0bffc944c39b6a974&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Don's Regret: Too Late To Love
My husband, the city's most ruthless Don, left me standing at the altar to comfort a woman with a sprained ankle. I thought our marriage was a protection pact, but when a kidnapper held a knife to his childhood sweetheart’s throat on a rooftop, Cedric made his choice. He physically shoved me—his pregnant wife—toward the blade to save her. I survived the fall, but our unborn baby didn't. Yet, there was no apology. Blinded by her lies, Cedric accused me of staging the attack out of jealousy. He had me thrown into the family dungeon, where I was beaten while still bleeding from the miscarriage. He didn't know two things. First, that his "perfect" sweetheart had voluntarily sterilized herself years ago and could never give him the heir he craved. Second, that I had terminal cardiomyopathy. My heart had an expiration date, and I had only days left to live. On my 27th birthday, I asked him for one final kindness: a midnight ride on the Ferris wheel where we had our first date. He promised to be there, but he was late again, attending to her needs. So I went up alone. When the carriage came back down, it was empty. All I left behind were my shoes and a medical file that would destroy him./1/104526/coverorgin.jpg?v=e60f6319be8973e901eb4fc2e7177733&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Genius Heiress They Tried To Break
I stood outside the Genovese estate in the freezing rain for two hours, waiting for the man I loved to let me in. I was Elena Russo, the brilliant forensic accountant who had just laundered forty million dollars for the family. I was the adopted daughter, the fixer, and the fiancée of the Underboss, Luca. But the moment Sofia, the "real" daughter, returned, I became nothing but a placeholder. Luca looked me in the eye, swirling his scotch, and delivered the blow. "I need you to hand your work over to Sofia. She needs the prestige to be accepted by the Commission." He demanded I give up my life’s work—a complex laundering algorithm—so his new favorite could take the credit. When I refused, the humiliation began. Sofia faked a fall into the pool, and my adoptive father kicked me into the deep end to "teach me a lesson." I nearly drowned. Luca didn't save me. He handed me a diving mask and told me to find Sofia's lost ring at the bottom of the freezing pool before I was allowed to warm up. They stole my code. They ruined my reputation at the university. They slapped me in front of the press. They thought I was a stray dog with nowhere to go. They were wrong. Lying in the hospital bed, I dialed a number I had memorized years ago. "This is Asset 724," I whispered. "I'm ready to come home." The next day, the Russo empire began to crumble. And when a convoy of black SUVs arrived to collect me, Luca finally realized his mistake. My real father wasn't a nobody. He was Don Moretti, the King of the West Coast. And he was here to burn their world to ash./0/53912/coverorgin.jpg?v=838ce3c7cdc65cbe7a175175ea649411&imageMogr2/format/webp)
“Unveiled enigma:shattered illusions”
: In a thrilling world of organized crime,Alessandro Romano,a ruthless heir finds himself at a crossroads forced by his father to choose between an arranged marriage with the girl of his choice so he can take over him or he forfeit his position as the ceo and heir to the Italian mafia empire. Little did they know that Sofia’s past and identity held secrets that would shake their world. As Sofia delves deeper into the dangerous world of organized crimes,she unravels a web of secrets,deceptions and hidden truths about her true identity and betryals that shatters her perception of reality,she becomes entangled in a thrilling cat and mouse game of truths and deceptions. will she be able to break free from the chains of hidden truths and illusions?or would she forever be lost in a world of smoke and mirrors?. Will she emerge victorious or would the secrets she uncovers consume her?. Prepare for an exhilarating and thrilling journey of intrigue,suspense,unexpected twists,turns and the unraveling of illusions and deceptions that would leave you questioning everything you thought you knew./0/41583/coverorgin.jpg?v=e4fafdfa14555eb0f1af1d50047905da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cajoled bliss
Rebecca Johnson led a happy life with her father, her only family after her mother's death. Daughter of a billionaire raised with luxury and protected from the world. One day everything she has loved is taken away from her and she is coaxed to live with Adrian her arch nemesis since high school and her father's best friend's son. Join her on the journey of discovering love, secrets and betryal./1/104851/coverorgin.jpg?v=55bb14c0ee613256466d83a40892327d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Don: The Wife You Buried
I went to the family lawyer for a routine travel clearance. Instead, I was handed a divorce decree. The ink was three years old. While I had been playing the role of the dutiful Capo's wife, Dante had secretly divorced me the day after our fifth anniversary. Twenty-four hours later, he legally married the nanny, Gia, and named her cruel-eyed son as his heir. I returned home to confront him, only for the boy to throw boiling tomato soup on me. Dante didn't check my burns. He cradled the boy and looked at me with pure, drug-fueled hatred, calling me a monster for upsetting his "son." The final blow came in a parking garage. A car sped toward us. Dante didn't pull me to safety. He shoved me into the vehicle's path, using my body as a human shield to protect his mistress. Lying broken on the asphalt, I realized Aria Vitiello was already dead to him. So, I decided to make it official. I arranged a private flight over the Atlantic and ensured there were no survivors. By the time Dante was weeping over the wreckage, realizing too late that he had been poisoned against me, I was already in France. The Canary was dead. The Reaper had risen./0/86682/coverorgin.jpg?v=c75263079ca32693e95f9acf8fea1bf7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE DEVIL WEARS MY RING
Sold to the cruelest mafia lord in Italy, Ariana wears his ring but not his heart. Trapped in a marriage built on blood and betrayal, she dreams of escape with her secret lover. But when the truth unravels, she realizes... The devil she fears may be the only man who can save her. And the one she trusted? Might destroy her./0/68513/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Veil of secrets and deception
Olivia Hayes, a renowned attorney, is drawn to the charismatic and enigmatic tech mogul, Luca Drake. His charm, humor, and innovative vision tick all the boxes for her, and their whirlwind romance sweeps her off her feet. Olivia is already deeply in love with Luca, but behind his thriving tech company lies a dark secret-he is the notorious drug lord of the city's underworld, a side of him he has carefully hidden. Olivia's world unravels when her latest high-profile case puts her directly in Luca's path, sparking suspicions and uncovering threads that lead to his shady dealings. As her feelings for Luca deepen and her case escalates, Olivia begins to uncover chilling clues that suggest Luca's involvement in the very crimes she's dedicated her life to fighting. Torn between her duty to uphold the law and her love for Luca, Olivia is forced to navigate the dangerous world of organized crime, deception, and betrayal./1/104527/coverorgin.jpg?v=97747f34ed966eac12b93bb6cfbe3d24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Said Die Quietly, So I Did
The doctor told me I had thirty days to live. Exactly ten minutes later, my husband told me his mistress was pregnant. I sat in the cold marble living room of the Vitiello estate, watching Dante pace. He was the Capo of Chicago, the man I used to stitch up in a bathroom when we had nothing. Now, he looked at me with dead eyes. "Sienna is moving in," he said casually. "She carries the heir. You will raise him." He treated the destruction of our marriage like a business arrangement. I tried to tell him about the pain eating my insides, the Stage IV cancer that made standing agony. But he just rolled his eyes, calling my weakness "jealousy" and my silence "theatrics." He even gutted our first home—the safe house where we fell in love—to build a nursery for her. When I finally asked him, "What if I'm dying?" he didn't even pause on his way out the door. "Then do it quietly," he said. "I have enough headaches today." So I did. I burned every photo of us. I signed the divorce papers. And I went to a civilian cemetery to buy a plot under my maiden name, far away from his family mausoleum. I died alone on a cold stone bench, just as he asked. It wasn't until he stood in the morgue, holding my skeletal hand and realizing I weighed nothing but bones and grief, that the King of Chicago finally broke. He found my journal in the trash, where I had written my final entry: "I wish I never met Dante Vitiello." Now, he is on his knees in the dirt, begging a headstone for forgiveness that will never come./1/119452/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea1f7bba9f9277bfb8482ad329b6c26e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Mistress Hired Me
I was a top underground fixer and the wife of the most ruthless Mafia Capo in New York. I managed his money, built his empire, and spent countless nights waiting in terror for him to survive bloody turf wars. But one night, a desperate woman hired my encrypted network, begging for advice because her mafia protector was pulling away. When I looked at the photos she sent, my blood ran cold. The man she was crying over was my husband. He lied to my face, claiming he was busy with dangerous Family business and ignoring my texts. Yet, through the surveillance footage the woman sent me, I watched my ruthless husband stand in the pouring rain until dawn. The man who treated me like a servant was groveling like a beggar, clutching imported medicine and food, pleading with a civilian to open her door. "I will never leave you unprotected again," he promised her. I had bled my own inheritance dry to cover his careless mistakes, only for him to give his devotion to an outsider. He took my loyalty for granted, assuming I would always sit in our empty penthouse waiting for him. I realized my intellect and ambition were never meant to be buried for a man who didn't respect me. So, I logged into the Cayman Island banking portal and revoked his access to millions in offshore accounts. I took off my gold Famiglia signet ring, packed my bags, and left his territory forever./1/104852/coverorgin.jpg?v=c05647eb260ba6cf25fae3e3a43f4251&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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