Mafia Books for Women
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My Coyote, My Vendetta
The static-laced call from Matthew was a punch to the gut. He was my partner, my 'boyfriend,' and he was supposedly captured by El Martillo’s cartel. He demanded I bring half a million dollars, alone, to a remote warehouse, promising it was the only way to save him. I threw protocol out the window, raced through the Arizona heat, and walked into that dusty, desolate building, ready to face a cartel for him. But Matthew wasn't tied up or bruised. He was perfectly fine, and he took the money I’d risked my life for, handing it to El Martillo’s enforcer. Then, with a chillingly calm voice, he pointed at me and said, "And here’s a bonus for El Martillo. She’s a top-tier artist. Now let me go." The world tilted. My partner, the man I thought I loved, had sold me out. Before I could process the betrayal, his fist connected with my face, a brutal blow that knocked me to the ground. El Martillo’s men closed in, ready for a "welcome party" that meant my agonizing end. As their boots slammed into me, I saw a familiar tattoo on one of their necks—a coyote. My coyote. A design only one other person should know in such detail. Hope, sharp and desperate, cut through the pain. This wasn't the end. This was the beginning of my real mission./1/118637/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260604105648&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Child She Lost,The Crown She Won
I surrendered my mafia inheritance and let my father exile me just to marry Silas. He was a broken soldier who knelt in the rain, claiming he gave up his territory to save me from a forced marriage. But when I went to surprise him with my pregnancy ultrasound, I overheard him laughing with the reigning Don I was supposed to marry. His downfall was a fake, a ploy so his mistress could seamlessly take my place. When I confronted them, his mistress pushed me onto the wet concrete. I woke up in the underground clinic, agonizing in pain, as Silas handed me a crushed pill. He told me the fall caused catastrophic tearing and the baby wouldn't survive, weeping as he claimed he had to abort it to save my life. But days later, his mistress walked into my room with white lilies. She smiled and told me Silas deliberately sacrificed our child to keep my blood clean for her rare illness transfusions. He murdered our baby just to ensure his mistress had no parasitic competition. Yet, he still held my hand every day, playing the devoted, grieving husband with flawless, sickening perfection. The full scope of his betrayal didn't bring tears, but a ringing in my ears that awakened the dormant code of Vendetta in my blood. I picked up the phone to call my ruthless father. "I will give you absolute supremacy, Papa." This time, I would swallow their territories whole and ascend the throne alone./0/58722/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240926154659&imageMogr2/format/webp)
UNMASKING FATE
the air heavy with tension. Seraphina, determined and desperate, had managed to lure Lucien outside under the pretence of needing fresh air. She walked with purpose, her heels clicking against the marble floor as Lucien followed, intrigued by her sudden change in demeanour. As they reached the secluded garden, Seraphina turned to face Lucien, her eyes filled with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "Thank you for bringing me here," she said softly. Lucien stepped closer, his gaze intense. "Why do I feel like you're up to something?" Seraphina smiled faintly. "Maybe because I am." Before Lucien could react, she swiftly moved behind him, a cloth soaked in chloroform in her hand. She pressed it against his face, and he struggled for a moment before his body went limp. Saraphina's heart pounded in her chest as she signalled to her accomplice, who emerged from the shadows to help carry Lucien to a waiting car. Lucien slowly regained consciousness, the world coming into focus in a dimly lit, unfinished building. He was tied to a chair, his head throbbing. As he lifted his gaze, he saw Saraphina standing before him, holding a gun. Her long, black hair descended over her shoulders, framing her bold, oceanic eyes that glinted with fierce determination. "Damn," Lucien thought, despite the situation. "She's beautiful. Who is she?" Saraphina's voice was steady, though her heart raced. "I need you to take me to Lucien Salvatore." Lucien smirked, hiding his surprise. "And you think this is the way to do it?" Saraphina's eyes narrowed. "I don't care what you think. You're going to help me, whether you like it or not." Lucien leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're braver than I thought. But you have no idea what you're getting into." Seraphina stepped closer, her grip on the gun tightening. "Then enlighten me." The tension in the air was palpable, their fates now intertwined in a dangerous dance of power and desire. Seraphina Devereux is the cherished yet rebellious daughter of Vincent Devereux, a man whose empire is built on fear, power, and unyielding control. Her life, ensconced in luxury and privilege, comes with a price: her freedom. When Vincent arranges her marriage to Allaire Moretti, a notorious and dangerous figure in the underworld, Seraphina's defiance reaches its breaking point. Trapped in a web of family loyalty and ruthless ambition, she knows she must escape before she becomes a pawn in a perilous game. Desperation leads her to the one man who can challenge even her father's formidable influence-Lucien Salvatore. A feared criminal mastermind from Colombia, Lucien's name is synonymous with danger, power, and a fortune built on the edge of a knife. His return to New York is driven by a personal vendetta, and his presence sends ripples of fear and fascination through the city's elite. Lucien is a man who bends the world to his will, and Saraphine sees in him the key to her salvation. Their paths cross at a masquerade ball, a glittering facade where secrets and identities are hidden behind ornate masks. Seraphine, determined and daring, approaches Lucien with a proposition: a marriage contract that would benefit them both. Lucien, intrigued by her audacity and beauty, sees an opportunity not just for power, but for a rare partnership in his relentless quest for revenge. In a world where alliances are fragile and betrayal is a constant shadow, Seraphina and Lucien must navigate a labyrinth of deceit, passion, and danger. As they delve deeper into their unholy alliance, they uncover secrets that could shatter their worlds. Seraphina's fight for autonomy clashes with Lucien's drive for vengeance, and together they face enemies on all sides-including those closest to them. Their journey is fraught with peril. Vincent, enraged by his daughter's defiance, unleashes his wrath, determined to bring her back under his control. Allaire Moretti, spurned and dangerous, seeks retribution, his ambitions entangled with violent intent. But Allaire's feelings for Seraphina are genuine, adding a tragic twist to the deadly game. He is determined to win her back, his love for her conflicting with his darker impulses. Amidst this chaos, Seraphina and Lucien's bond grows stronger, driven by mutual respect and a simmering attraction that neither can deny. Yet trust is a rare commodity in their world. As Lucien reveals the true extent of his plans, Seraphina must decide how far she is willing to go to reclaim her life. Will her alliance with Lucien be her salvation or her downfall? And can Lucien protect Seraphina from the enemies that encircle them both, while pursuing his ruthless agenda? In this electrifying tale of power, passion, and peril, Seraphine and Lucien's fates are intertwined in a deadly dance where love is a dangerous game, and freedom comes at the highest price. Will they emerge victorious against the forces that seek to destroy them, or will their ambitions and desires lead them to ruin?/1/119576/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260610163904&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Don's Queen
My mother was raising her crystal glass to celebrate my long-deferred marriage to Marco when he slammed his hand on the table. He announced to our powerful Mafia families that he had already claimed another woman. That woman was Isabella, a fragile, low-level associate. For years, Marco had used me as a forced chaperone, a convenient shield to hide their illicit affair from the Syndicate elders. He had stolen my meticulous ledger work to cover her mistakes, leaving me to endure brutal reprimands from the Underboss. He had even abandoned me in hostile, rival-controlled territory in the dead of night just to escort her safely home. Now, he was publicly shattering our generation-long alliance. "What man of consequence would seek out a wife with a spirit as unbending and a heart as cold as yours?" he sneered in front of everyone. I stared at the man I had grown up alongside. When we were thirteen, I shattered the bones in my own hand pulling him to safety from rival soldiers. He swore a blood oath under Omertà that day to protect me for life. Yet here he was, treating me like a disposable pawn, discarding our shared history for a pathetic, manipulative girl. But I didn't cry, and I didn't beg him to stay. As he turned his back on me to answer a frantic call from his fragile lover, I simply pulled out my phone. I texted Don Alessandro Moretti, the most feared boss in the city, and allied myself with him instead./1/100960/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106221016&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For The Mafia King's Regret
On our seventh anniversary, the Capo dei Capi lit up the New York skyline with drones spelling my name, swearing on his life that I was his only Queen. Moments later, he abandoned me on the dock to rush to his mistress—my own sister, Sophia. Sophia sent me a photo of him kissing her belly with the caption: "He finally has a real woman. It's a boy." Lucien wanted an heir above all else. I was just the placeholder; she was the vessel. I didn't scream. I didn't confront him. I simply initiated Ghost Protocol. I left the wedding ring, signed the divorce papers, and erased Eleonora Marino from existence. By the time Lucien found the DNA test proving Sophia’s baby wasn't his—that he had betrayed his loyal wife for a lie—I was already gone. He executed my sister in a rage and spent his fortune burning down the world to find me. Six months later, he bought the high-security Swiss lab where I was hiding, forcing his way back into my life. He stood before me, gaunt and desperate. "I killed her, Nora. She paid for what she did to us. Come home." I looked at the man I had once worshipped. "Infidelity is a choice, Lucien. But murder? That is who you are." "We are enemies now."/0/52621/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526042650&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Collided worlds
"What was the point of leaving a life where you had to spill blood for a living only to be stuck in a similar one?" After running away from her duties as the heir of the Demon, king of assassins, Katherine found herself in the modern world. A world her parents kept her away from. She immediately took a liking to the world before her and its people until she was kidnapped and encountered the a mafia leader whom she can't control her feelings around. Soon, they realize they face common enemies and must work together to win the upcoming war./0/91261/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0868933c48d2962d06c0962869aa417&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Contract with the Ruthless Mafia Billionaire
Lia Morgan is barely holding her life together until her brother steals from the wrong man. Kade Valen isn't just a billionaire CEO, he's the cold and ruthless head of the Crimson Circle, a secret crime empire that buries its enemies without a trace. And now, he owns her brother's fate. To save him, Lia is forced to sign a contract that sells her body...and freedom to Kade for one year, but what she doesn't expect is that the man behind the cold, brutal mask would become Possessive. Seductive. Addictive. As desires twist into obsession, Lia is caught between hating and craving him...but she soon learns that in Kade Valen's world, Love is the deadliest game of all./1/104089/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223557&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By Contract To The Ruthless Don
I threw a latte on the most dangerous man in New York and lived to tell about it. Dante Vitiello. The Capo dei Capi. A man rumored to cut out tongues for interrupting his dinner. Instead of a bullet to the brain, he handed me a black card and a terrifying ultimatum. "I need a fiancée," he told me, his eyes dead cold. To save my failing journalism career and my life, I signed a contract with the devil. I had to wear his massive diamond ring, smile for the cameras, and pretend to be the love of his life to stop a political mafia marriage. The rules were clear: Absolute obedience. Total exclusivity. And absolutely no feelings. But the performance started to feel dangerous. When a rival Don insulted me at a gala, Dante didn't just play the part—he threatened to butcher him in front of three hundred people. When I saw the jagged scars on his chest in the dead of night, I didn't see a monster; I saw a lonely protector. My investigation was supposed to expose him, but I was the one getting stripped bare. Then his cousin Rocco stormed in, calling me a disposable whore and a temporary pawn. I stood my ground, defending not just myself, but Dante too. Dante looked at me then, not as an asset, but as a woman he wanted to devour. He stepped closer, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. "I think we are going to have a problem with the clause about 'no feelings'."/1/102212/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260527170852&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BOUND TO THE MAFIA LORD
TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains physical harm, torture, explicit contents including- Dark themes, erotic sex scenes, non consensual situations. And mature topics including trauma, loss. While this is a romance story, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. - - - - - - - - - - - - "You're mine now," he breathed those words on my neck, his hands trailing down my body and stopping only to linger on my thighs. "I'm Axel Salvatore Rossi. And whatever I want- I get." * * * * * Bound to a man she barely knew, Olivia is confined to a world of games and organized crime. After her sister steals a priceless item, she's left to pay- with her existence being tied with the mafia lord, Axel. What starts as an unexpected encounter turns out to be something more. Passion ignites, past secrets are revealed, and an ex lover knocks at the door to interrupt a new beginning. Olivia must make a choice- play the game, or fight the players who play dirty.../1/104715/coverorgin.jpg?v=245d513837752ba97a49bfe80c3b33ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Honor to Serve the Mafia Princess
GIANNA RAINE The card with the 'Constantine De Graaf' written on it. That's the only clue that I got about the identity of the man that impregnated me. I'm not really interested in getting to know him...all I want is to inform him that I am pregnant. That's all. Then, I can move abroad and live a life with my baby as a single mom. But why am I staring at a familiar face? He had left as Elliott the bodyguard. All of a sudden, he's Constantine De Graaf?! CONSTANTINE I'm on cloud nine when Miss Gianna shows up in my office. But it all disappears when she reveals her purpose. WHO THE HELL DARE GETS HER PREGNANT?!!! WHEN I...NO! NO WAY! I'll do everything in my power to help her. For the meantime, I'll take care of her. Give everything she and the baby wants. I promised Miss Gianna that I'll help her find the father of the baby...but I didn't say alive./1/101117/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260110181400&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Promise
Trapped in a marriage built on cruelty and lies, Sophia had learned to hide her pain behind a perfect smile. Her husband, the charming guy she once believed in, had become a man she barely recognized. Dante, the ruthless mafia boss who bullied her in highschool resurfaced with one thing on his mind; revenge. But the moment he saw Sophia again, broken, but still beautiful and defiant, his plans begin to crumble and the line between hate and desire seemed to blur. She loved an angel. Married a monster. Now the devil wants her for himself./1/118638/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260604110242&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fake Lunatic: I Played Crazy To Bury My Brother
For three years, I was locked inside a mafia black site, enduring daily electroshock therapy and forced chemical cocktails. I truly believed I was losing my mind, until my fingers brushed against a hidden wiretap taped beneath the treatment table. The recorded voices belonged to my husband and my biological brother. "Turn her into a mindless vegetable before Friday, so I can legally seize her proxy votes." It turned out I was never sick. My late father, the legendary Don, had left me a controlling stake in the syndicate, locked in an offshore trust that would thaw in exactly seven days. To steal my inheritance, the two men I trusted most conspired to fry my brain into a wet pulp. My husband even let his secret mistress parade through the asylum, mocking my emaciated, scar-covered body. They dragged me back to the family estate, starving me in a damp storage room and threatening to bring the shock machines to my bedroom if I didn't sign over the territories. Every time I had fought back over the years, they used my agony as irrefutable proof of my insanity, strapping me down tighter and turning the dial higher. They didn't want to cure me; they wanted to completely erase me. But my father had foreseen their bottomless greed and built an untouchable legal fortress for me. Looking at the jagged date branded into my wrist, I knew exactly what I had to do. I dropped to my knees, slapped my own face hard, and played the perfect, broken lunatic. I just had to survive the next seven days, and then I would take back my throne and bury them all./0/87820/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251020185424&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Disguised to kill the mafia heir
In a world of deceit and revenge, one woman will risk everything for justice. Disguised as a man, Francesa (Franco) infiltrates the De Luca empire, sworn to destroy the heir who destroyed her family. But as she guards Matteo's life, she finds herself falling for his charm. Meanwhile Matteo, the heir, questions his sexuality when he finds himself getting attracted to Franco. But Francesa finds out a huge secret that will change the course of her revenge. Will their forbidden love be their salvation or their demise? Will she be able to survive? Dive into a world of twists and turns, where loyalty, love, and revenge collide./0/99240/coverorgin.jpg?v=3608470e21b86e47b0c659585c06fb4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Billion-Dollar Divorce Regret
My husband, a mafia underboss and a brilliant neurosurgeon, left me to die on the side of a highway in the pouring rain. He had to rush to another woman, his true love, who'd had a minor car accident. As I lay bleeding on a gurney after being hit by a truck, I learned I was eight weeks pregnant. But my hope was short-lived. The hospital was out of my blood type, and the only reserve had been set aside by my husband for his lover, just in case she had "post-op complications" from her cosmetic procedure. Over the phone, I heard the nurse beg him. "This woman, and your... this baby will die!" His reply was ice. "Isabella is my priority." He let our child die to save her from a minor risk. The ledger where I'd been keeping score of his sins finally hit zero. I was free. Two years later, I've built a new life, a new career, and found a new love with a man who cherishes me. I'm no longer the broken wife, but a celebrated architect, nominated for a prestigious award. And tonight, at the awards ceremony, he found me. He got on his knees in the middle of the ballroom, begging for a second chance./1/104403/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223620&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Ruin: The Mafia Queen's Revenge
I spent twenty-one years trying to be the perfect Mafia Princess, treating my illegitimate sister, Mia, with nothing but grace. That kindness is exactly what got me killed. My husband, Luca, didn't take me on a honeymoon. He dragged me into the soundproof basement of our estate. Mia was there, too. Not to help me, but to gloat. She laughed as she admitted to poisoning our mother with arsenic, watching with glee as Luca brought a serrated knife to my chest. "You were always too soft, Sera," he sneered, carving through my skin while I begged for mercy. I died in that cold, dark room, choking on my own blood and the bitter taste of betrayal. But I didn't stay dead. I woke up gasping for air, clutching a chest that was smooth and unscarred. The calendar on my nightstand read May 12, 2018. It was five years ago. The very morning I was scheduled to sign the marriage contract that would seal my fate. I looked at the paper on the vanity. In my last life, I signed it with a trembling hand. This time, I flicked open my silver Zippo and watched the flames eat Luca's name. I didn't pack a dress. I packed a pistol and a stack of cash. I was going to Las Vegas. There was only one man dangerous enough to help me destroy the New York families. I walked into the underground fight club, locked eyes with the deadliest man in the room, and smiled. "Dante Cavallaro," I said. "I'm here to make you a King."/1/103621/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223431&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Heard His Mind: The Don's Regret
I was naked in the bed of the most dangerous Capo in New York when I heard his mind whisper the name of the woman he actually wanted. It wasn't me. My husband, Dante, moved over me with cold precision, but his thoughts were screaming for Sofia, a soldier's widow he claimed to protect out of "honor." I possess a secret that makes me a freak: I can hear the thoughts of men. And Dante’s mind was a torture chamber of devotion to another woman. I found the deed to a luxury penthouse he bought for her. I watched her parade around in a dress he bought for me, hearing her mental triumph as she thought about rubbing her scent all over it. Refusing to be a placeholder in my own marriage, I left my wedding ring on his desk and fled to Las Vegas to build my own empire. I thought I had escaped. Until the divorce papers arrived in the mail, signed by him. I stood in my shop, heartbroken, believing he had finally discarded me to be with his true love. But then the phone rang. "Dante didn't sign those papers, Elena. He’s in the ICU." My blood ran cold. "He took two bullets to the chest. He started a war to distract the enemy from finding you." He hadn't chosen her. He was dying for me. I tore up the papers and booked a private jet. If the Grim Reaper wanted my husband, he would have to get through me first./0/99241/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106220844&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Wife's Hidden Identity Revealed
For years, I was known as Killian Emerson’s only weakness, the anchor for the ruthless crime boss while he built an empire. I thought it was for us, a life he was building to protect me. But then I found out the truth. My high school bully, Dallas, was his mistress. He paraded her around at galas, bought her penthouses, and funded her multi-million-dollar cat sanctuary. He bought her a sanctuary for stray cats while my brother was dying. I begged him for money for a life-saving treatment, but he told me he was busy and hung up. My brother died alone. Killian didn’t even come to the funeral. When he finally called, he sounded bored. "Sorry to hear about your brother," he said casually, while I could hear Dallas in the background asking him to go ring shopping. In that moment, the last bit of love I had for him simply died. He had forgotten every promise, even the one he made to ruin Dallas for carving "Worthless" into my wrist years ago. Now, he protects her. He even let her crush the last memento my brother ever made for me, then broke my wrist when I lunged at her. After a car crash he caused, he left me bleeding in the wreckage to save Dallas, without a single look back. But the biggest secret was yet to come. Lying in a hospital bed, a call from the county clerk revealed the truth. Killian and I were never legally married. The entire foundation of my life was a lie designed to control me. And now, I'm taking back everything he stole from me. Starting with his empire./0/71239/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250506111015&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Prince's Obsession
The Mafia Prince's Obsession She was the one who got away. Now, she's back-with secrets that could destroy them both. Sophia Moretti thought she had escaped the darkness of her past. Three years ago, she disappeared without a trace, leaving behind the brutal world of the mafia-and the man who once win her heart. But when a deadly secret resurfaces, she has no choice but to return to the one place she swore she'd never go back to. Luca DeLuca is the heir to the most feared crime syndicate in Italy-ruthless, calculating, and utterly untouchable. When Sophia walks back into his life, she's no longer the vulnerable girl he left behind. She's stronger, colder... and hiding something. He wants answers. She wants to run. But when an old enemy emerges from the shadows, Sophia finds herself trapped between the past she can't outrun the man who refuses to let her go. Luca swore he'd never chase after a woman. This time, he'll burn the world down to keep her. Betrayal. Passion. Obsession. In a world of power and blood, love is the deadliest game of all./1/119891/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260612141554&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Exiled Queen's Ruthless Mafia Comeback
I survived five brutal years in the blood-soaked Nevada badlands, dodging cartel bullets and managing a hostile smuggling route. I did it all because my fiancé, Silvio, told me the Family required this sacrifice before he could make me his wife. But when I finally returned, I found his mistress living in my penthouse, holding a child. "I manipulated the orders to exile you because Lilith was pregnant and I needed space to secure my bloodline." Lilith didn't just steal my fiancé; she forged my signature to take over the massive money-laundering empire I had built. To permanently erase me, they fabricated evidence painting me as a traitor who slept with rival bosses. The sheer shock and dishonor of reading those lies stopped my father's heart, killing him in the ICU. Stripped of my rank, excommunicated, and left with severe internal damage that made me permanently infertile, I was thrown into the slums to rot. While I was digging bullets out of my own leg and suffering 104-degree fevers in the freezing desert, they were sipping champagne, buying custom wedding gowns, and building their perfect life on the graveyard of mine. I had lost my father, my youth, and my future for an absolute lie. But they forgot one thing: I was the architect of their empire. I wiped my tears, loaded my gun, and began to dig up the lethal secrets they desperately tried to hide, ready to burn their world to the ground./1/101275/coverorgin.jpg?v=86621928bffb0979dde8d6eb69b96a79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
