Mafia Books for Women
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THE MAFIA KING'S SECRET BRIDE
My father was buried on a rainy afternoon. By nightfall, I learned he had left me a debt. Not money. A secret. Lucian Moretti-the cold and powerful heir to the Moretti family-claims my father made an agreement with his family years ago. An agreement that could change my life forever. But Lucian isn't telling me everything. Neither is my father. After discovering a hidden photograph, an old key, and evidence that my supposedly dead mother may still be alive, I begin questioning everything I was told about my childhood. Then I discover the truth that frightens me most: I was there the night Lucian's brother was killed. And someone has spent sixteen years making sure I never remember what I saw. Now the people who wanted my father's secrets buried are coming for me. Lucian says the only way to keep me protected is through a marriage neither of us chose. But I have no intention of becoming a helpless bride in his world. If I marry Lucian Moretti, I'll use his world to uncover the truth. Because my father's death wasn't an accident. His brother's murder wasn't random. And the person behind it all may be much closer to me than I ever imagined. Some secrets are worth killing for. And some marriages are built on lies./1/135368/coverorgin.jpg?v=7bd0b4c19487ba12c9706de0446012ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing The Don: I Am Free Now
Lorenzo loved proving to the Underworld how desperately I loved him. So, on every anniversary, he presented me with fake divorce papers, betting with his Capos on the exact minute I would break down and beg him to stay. In our first year, he slid the Syndicate Severance Decree across the mahogany table with a cruel smirk. "If you don't care about me, sign it." I cried and tore the document to shreds. He pulled me into his arms in front of all his men. "I knew it. You cannot bear to leave me." In our second year, he let Gianna—his childhood friend and the Consigliere's daughter—sit right beside him. He looked at my pale face and asked, "What would you do if she actually became the new Donna?" With red eyes, I begged him to stop playing these twisted games. He simply kissed my forehead, his voice dripping with arrogant satisfaction. "Look at you. You really cannot live without me." In our third year, he had his ruthless Syndicate Fixer publicly read another fake decree. He forced me to declare in front of the entire Family, "I will never leave you, Lorenzo." His men secretly recorded my traumatic panic attacks. They cataloged my tears, using my breakdowns to entertain their underground betting ring. Until our eighth anniversary. The Fixer slid the documents toward me once again. But this time, the decree was real. Lorenzo had already signed his name on the dotted line. Gianna sat intimately close to him, asking in a soft, carrying whisper, "Once this little game is over, can I finally be the Donna?" Lorenzo looked at me with absolute certainty, waiting for my usual breakdown. "As long as you drop to your knees and beg like you always do, this decree will not take effect." Everyone in the room held their breath, waiting for me to tear the papers and throw myself into his arms. Instead, I calmly picked up a black pen and signed my name on the very last page. The arrogant smile on Lorenzo's face slowly froze. I pushed the finalized decree back to him and slid the heavy, diamond-encrusted Mafia wedding band off my finger. "She can stay," I said, my voice eerily steady. "And you can find someone else to prove their love for your sick bets." Because my love for him was dead./0/97732/coverorgin.jpg?v=eb8a64b83a8ad7b3827f7653b49a5eca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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99 Roses for the Underboss's Wife
I was the brilliant money launderer for the most feared syndicate on the East Coast, and the fiercely loyal wife of its Underboss, Dante. While I worked sleepless nights to build his underworld dominion, he secretly diverted my operations to fund a luxury club for his naive barista mistress. When I confronted them and publicly exposed her, Dante didn't show a shred of guilt. Instead, he slapped me across the face in front of the entire syndicate. He draped his tailored jacket over his crying mistress to shield her, then turned his cold eyes on me. "Apologize to her right now, or I will send every single soldier in your crew to the slaughterhouse." He then weaponized the mafia's whisper network to destroy my reputation, painting me as a hysterical, paranoid woman just to legitimize his affair. For years, I had blindly endured his psychological torture, believing my devotion would eventually earn his respect. But looking at the brutal purple handprint on my cheek, and the ninety-nine dried bouquets of white roses he kept in the attic to carelessly patch over his toxic abuse, my heart finally turned to ice. I didn't throw a tantrum, nor did I beg for his love anymore. I left his apology blood diamonds on the table, drafted my mafia severance papers, and walked out of his territory for good. This time, I would build my own empire, and let him drown in the ruins of his./0/90919/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb79f4b9372b9379e3777d0dd6062c4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Devil's Deal With Mafia Tycoon
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself. I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place. I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again. I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked. I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay. And now I'm his./1/104546/coverorgin.jpg?v=a507b036bc2411e0a32ac9e6c3a6f2f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: Pampered By The Ruthless Don
The man smiling in the silver frame on my vanity was the very same man who, in exactly three months, would wrap his hands around my throat. I knew this because I had already died. I had felt the freezing, silty water of the Hudson River fill my lungs while Alexander watched the life drain from my eyes, his mistress laughing in the background. I had hovered like a ghost above my own funeral, watching the betrayal continue even after my death. My mother, the perfect Mafia widow, stood stoically next to my killer, unaware she had sold her daughter to a butcher. My fiancé checked his watch, bored, waiting to liquidate my inheritance. But then I saw him. Darrian Golden. The Don of the rival clan. The enemy. He stood in the pouring rain, his expensive suit soaked through, staring at my coffin as if the world had ended. When the earth hit the wood, he didn't just cry; he roared in primal agony. My fiancé killed me, but my enemy was the only one who mourned me. "The Commission is waiting," my mother’s voice snapped the timeline back into place. She stood in my doorway, demanding I set the engagement date to secure the territory. She saw a charming Capo; I saw the rat who had cut my father's brake lines. In my first life, I was a trembling bird. In this life, I was the match that would burn the cage down. I smashed the photo frame against the marble table, the sound cracking through the room like a gunshot. "Contact the Golden Clan," I commanded. My mother went pale. "He is a savage, Azalea. He butchers men for sport." "Tell Don Golden that Azalea Kidd is offering a parley," I said, looking out the window at the city that would soon be ours. "Tell him I am offering the only thing he has ever wanted: Me."/0/68208/coverorgin.jpg?v=6b4bfcb8d7919a88860edc4e0945b44c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound To The Boss
Elena Russo, a struggling artist desperate for a break, takes on a mysterious invitation to a high-society masquerade gala. There, she meets the enigmatic and dangerously alluring Luca Romano, a billionaire shrouded in scandal and secrecy. What starts as a fleeting, steamy encounter turns into something far more dangerous when she learns Luca is not just a billionaire but the kingpin of an underground empire. Caught in Luca's seductive web, Elena finds herself spiraling into a world of luxury, lies, and lust. But Luca has secrets, and the deeper she falls for him, the closer she comes to uncovering his darkest truths-ones that could either destroy them both or bind them together forever./0/73075/coverorgin.jpg?v=6540ff8681e04daffdea6d839626a44f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Crimson Trail of Death
Sierra Monroe's life spirals into darkness when she's drawn into the world of the powerful De Santos brothers-one a ruthless, undisclosed mafia leader, the other a billionaire hiding dangerous secrets. Desperate to save her mother, Sierra agrees to a contract marriage with Adrian De Santos, hoping for protection but uncovering far more. As she seeks revenge against those who destroyed her family, Sierra is forced to confront love, betrayal, and survival in a city that takes no prisoners./0/56204/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b6129c04eab9d049eb247fe81ac46e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE BILLIONAIRE’S DAUGHTER
In this menacingly manipulated world of a powerful billionaire, Nathaniel Caldwell, he finds himself tangled in the web of his own lies and endless obsession for wealth and control. In this epic twist of fate where tables turned and men fell. Nathaniel’s nemesis turned out to be his own flesh and blood in the person of Emily, his abandoned child. Emily realized in the worst way possible that she had wealthy blood after unconsciously eloping with her step brother, Aaron. Nathaniel is given a taste of his own medicine after many years of getting away with evil. Will he win the war or will Emily ruin him as she promised? Find out what happens next in this imagination triggering book./1/104547/coverorgin.jpg?v=2835557b158b06471243b6c367c9495e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Discarded Wife's Revenge On The Don
I stood outside the mahogany doors, balancing a tray of espresso, when I heard my husband promise his sister that my reign as the Queen of Chicago was over. I thought being the Don's wife meant safety. I was wrong. In a warehouse reeking of rust, faced with an ultimatum from our enemies to choose who lives, Brennan made his choice. "Alyssa is strong," he justified, shielding his mistress, Debbi, who was faking a pregnancy. "She knows the life." He walked out into the sunlight with her, leaving me in the dark with a gun to my head. He abandoned me to be tortured and murdered by his rivals, weaponizing my resilience to absolve his guilt. He thought I died that day. He even mourned me after he eventually found out Debbi was a traitor. But he didn't know the new security guard was an undercover FBI agent who pulled me from the edge. Two years later, I've built a quiet life running a bistro in Maine under a new name. But then the bell above the door chimes during the lunch rush. I look up, and there he is. The husband who sacrificed me. He's looking at me not with guilt, but with a terrifying, obsessive hope. He says he burned down the world to fix his mistake. He says he won't let me go again. I smile, but my hand is already reaching for the wire the FBI gave me. I'm not a wife anymore, Brennan. I'm the executioner./1/114605/coverorgin.jpg?v=6539cf57584a084d34746ccd81a56625&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal Forged My Ruthless Soul
Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift-a way to protect me from a worse fate. Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes." My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life. They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous. They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word. It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash. That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."/1/114606/coverorgin.jpg?v=0933604db5d45c412ea7ea7a8d357596&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Fake Heir, My Undeniable Power
After fifteen years of marriage and a brutal battle with infertility, I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test. This baby was my victory, the heir that would finally secure my place as the wife of mob capo Marco Vitiello. I planned to announce it at his mother's party, a triumph over the matriarch who saw me as nothing but a barren field. But before I could celebrate, my friend sent me a video. The headline read: "MOB CAPO MARCO VITIELLO'S PASSIONATE NIGHTCLUB KISS!" It was him, my husband, devouring a woman who looked like a younger, fresher version of me. Hours later, Marco stumbled home, drunk and reeking of another woman's perfume. He complained about his mother begging him for an heir, completely unaware of the secret I held. Then my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number. "Your husband slept with my girl. We need to talk." It was signed by Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of our rival family. The meeting with Dante was a nightmare. He showed me another video. This time, I heard my husband's voice, telling the other woman, "I love you. Elara... that's just business." My fifteen years of loyalty, of building his empire, of taking a bullet for him-all dismissed as "just business." Dante didn't just reveal the affair; he showed me proof that Marco was already stealing our shared assets to build a new life with his mistress. Then, he made me an offer. "Divorce him," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "Join me. We'll build an empire together and destroy him."/0/56855/coverorgin.jpg?v=47933f415a4319c53124e5bdcd0deac6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrothed to The Don.
Lucia I'm thrown into a world of chaos when I hear that my family is part of the Italian mafia. No, scratch that - my family is the Italian mafia - and as tradition states, I'll be getting married to the bratva head. My world is in shambles when I see how cold and ruthless my husband is. Despite how handsome and attractive he is, I give myself one assignment; stay as far away from him as possible. But as neither my body nor my heart gets the message, I have to think of a way to conceal my emotions from him. Ivan My life's purpose has always been to take over from my father as the head of the bratva. That's practically what I was born for; to kill and destroy. But for that to happen, I must get married, which isn't a problem since an arranged marriage to the Italian mafia princess has long been formed for us. What becomes a problem is the strange feelings that begin to steer within me the moment I'm married to my wife. Now I have another purpose added to the list; kill, destroy and love./1/114607/coverorgin.jpg?v=5740e72502aafb59fe3f3d036be1c837&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Princess's Vengeance for Lost Heir
At my ten-week ultrasound, I was supposed to be celebrating the future of the Falcone family. I was Isabella Falcone, wife to the most powerful Don in the south. But when the nurse called my name, the man who stood up beside his pregnant mistress was my husband. In the sterile silence of that waiting room, he chose her. He later confessed he was being blackmailed by her family-a weakness that was a death sentence in our world. That night, he moved his mistress into our home, into my bedroom, and locked me away like a prisoner in the staff quarters. He wasn't imprisoning his wife; he was guarding an asset. He needed the legitimate heir I carried to save his crumbling empire. His betrayal was absolute when his own mother and my adoptive parents arrived while he was away. They forced me to sign divorce papers, then told me they were taking me to a clinic. His mother pulled out a gun and pointed not at my head, but at my stomach. "We're terminating this complication," she said coldly. As they dragged me from the house, my world went dark. But through the haze, I saw a fleet of black cars blocking the gate. An army of men poured out, led by a face I had only ever seen in a photograph. Days earlier, locked in my room, I made a single phone call to the only man more powerful than my husband: my biological father, the head of the Chicago Outfit. And he had come to collect his daughter./0/61722/coverorgin.jpg?v=4df7e56946026d053bdf2a2e692ce7c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contracted to the Mafia lord: The devil and his pet
If you agree to be my pet for a year then you and your father will be free."The devil whispers coldly with his eyes full of desires''. She knows this will drag her to hell but she says,YES. To save her father who stole from the ruthless Mafia lord,Mia stands up for her father's life.Everyone surrender to him,but she dares to confront him.Even though she is trembling with fear,her tearful eyes shows determination. Staring straight into her eyes,a playful smile curls his lips. Will this deal that started as a pleasure trade by force grow into love that they will crave and fall for each other or will they go their separate ways when the contract expires,leaving their passion behind?/0/74700/coverorgin.jpg?v=a30f8b9313b3a58335fe5aed591a047b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An obsessed mafia
Unfortunately it's an abomination to just suddenly gain interest in a mafia boss. But not just any mafia but your worst enemy. Zaliyah suddenly fell in love with a Mafia boss who was no where near friendly. But what happens when her brother even get to know that after all that has happened. She run back to their deadly enemies. Will she chose her family or she will chose love ./0/65291/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd9e41df2e9739e28a6fb896e2c97007&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dante's Second Chance
Annabelle's life has been a nightmare, trapped under her stepfather's abuse and doing whatever it takes to protect her sister. With a weak mother who's too blind to notice the horrors at home, Annabelle knows she has to get out. But her escape plan takes a wild turn when she gets hit by Dante's car and wakes up with no memory of her past. Dante is the ruthless mafia lord of Acadia, who has grown even worse since he lost his fiancée. Now, everyone trembles at the mention of his name. When Dante sees Annabelle, he decides she's his-and he's not letting go. Everyone who dares to hurt her would pay dearly. *********** "I want nothing to do with you," Annabelle says breathlessly. "You are mine and that is final," He declares. ********** As Annabelle tries to escape her demons, she's caught in a dangerous game where Dante's rules are the only ones that matter. Will she find a way to break free, or will she be drawn deeper into Dante's dark world?/1/110714/coverorgin.jpg?v=f700e654eece0c31732fe144a5eb7331&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To My Mysterious Ex-Con Husband
My father bailed a violent ex-con out of prison just to force me into a marriage with him. I stood in a filthy Bronx hallway, my Vera Wang gown dragging through the grime, knowing this was the price for my mother’s life. If I didn't marry the man behind the steel door, the wire transfer for her hospital ventilator wouldn't go through the next morning. The man, a scarred giant named Dock, treated me with cold contempt, telling me he didn't touch things he didn't want—and he didn't want a "Jacobson." I thought I had hit rock bottom, tied to a criminal while my family lived in luxury. But the nightmare was just beginning. When I tried to return my wedding dress to pay for rent, my sister Janie and stepmother found me. They laughed as security dragged me out of the boutique, calling me a "charity case." When I finally crawled back to our family manor to beg for the money my father had promised, Janie revealed the horrific truth. She had liquidated my mother’s medical trust to fund a waterfront real estate project. "Get out and let your mother rot," she screamed, throwing a glass of ice water in my face before having guards dump me in the dirt. I knelt on the gravel, wet and bleeding, realizing my own flesh and blood had signed my mother's death warrant for a profit. I had nothing left—no money, no home, and a husband who was supposed to be a monster. I didn't understand why they hated me so much, or how I would survive the night. But then, a black car screeched to a halt in front of me. Dock pulled me inside, his eyes burning with a lethal coldness I’d never seen in a common thug. As he wiped the blood from my hands, he picked up a encrypted phone and gave a single command. "Initiate Project Titan. I want the Jacobson Group insolvent by Friday." I looked at the man I thought was a broke felon, realizing I hadn't just married a stranger—I had married the most dangerous man in the city, and he was about to burn my family's world to the ground./1/120448/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e709170bdb74d6662b431ee1c602070&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Reclaims Her Empire
I transmigrated into the body of a doomed mafia princess, engaged to the ruthless Don of the Syndicate. Right before a high-stakes gala, I caught his childhood sweetheart walking out of his private suite wearing his clothes, begging me not to misunderstand. Then, she forged official documents to steal my family's priceless diamond donation, projecting her name next to his to present them as a unified power couple. Instead of punishing her, the Don fiercely protected the weeping sweetheart. He accused me of being a jealous tyrant, ordering me to drop it because she was unwell. His mother, the Matriarch, threatened me to stay quiet and swallow the humiliation to protect the family's face. They expected me to just stand there while she stole my wealth and my position. The original Gianna would have thrown a hysterical fit and sealed her fate as the crazy villainess. But looking at their blind favoritism, my love for him completely died. Why should my family's blood and money be used as a pedestal for a manipulative thief? I refused to play their game. I projected the security logs to the entire ballroom, exposing her forgery to the Five Families. Then, I pulled off my blood-oath engagement ring and demanded every single dollar I ever invested reimbursed. "This betrothal ends tonight," I declared, walking away. But hours later, my phone lit up with a text from the furious Don. "I am going to tear apart whatever illusion of freedom you have built, and when I do, I am coming to collect you."/0/95141/coverorgin.jpg?v=e1059cfcf031134c7d2038ff7f9861b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
