Mafia Books for Women
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Broken Strings: The Mafia Wife’s Exit
I was bleeding out in the dark, bound to a chair, when I heard my husband tell another woman he would burn the world down for her. Dante Moretti didn't know I was on the other side of the paper-thin wall. He didn't know that ten years ago, I was the girl who saved his life in a frozen cave, not his mistress, Sofia. Sofia had stolen my story, and now she was stealing my life. When I tried to leave him, Dante chained me in his dungeon and whipped me until I passed out, claiming he was "disciplining" his wife. When Sofia used steel cello strings to slice my fingers open, destroying my ability to ever play again, he looked the other way. He even chose to save her over me when we fell into the freezing ocean, leaving me to drown because "Sofia is my soul." That night, I finally stopped fighting for a man who didn't exist. I called my brother, the Don of New York. "The alliance is over," I whispered into the phone. "Take me home." It took Dante three months to uncover the truth. To see the medical records proving I was the one who dragged him from that cave. He burned his own boat to trap us on an island, begging for a second chance. "I can fix this," he pleaded, tears streaming down his face as he touched my scarred, ruined hands. I looked at him, then at the man standing behind him with a rifle—the man who actually loved me. "You can't fix a shattered vase, Dante," I said. Then I watched my new protector pull the trigger./0/76903/coverorgin.jpg?v=373db68a045719094d35f8b41be06f0a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
NERO'S GAME
Olivia crosses paths with the ruthless mafia boss,Nero, on the day she plans to elope with her boyfriend, after her mother forces her to join the convent. She has no idea that she left with more than his jacket. She escapes with a chip that contains the secrets of his business empire and his heir in her womb. Olivia is kidnapped and taken to Italy, and into a world she never imagined- filled with danger, betrayal, lies and death. Will Olivia be able to survive the world she is , and will she capture the heart of the ruthless Nero De Santis?/0/74632/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BRoken Destiny
Jade, a young woman devastated by the betrayal of her loved ones, is forced to marry Liam, the fearsome local mafia boss, as part of a contract. Driven by a thirst for revenge, Jade is initially reluctant to bind herself to this powerful and ruthless man. However, through their interactions, she gradually discovers Liam's complexity and her own hidden feelings. Despite their differences, an irresistible attraction grows between Jade and Liam. Both must then face powerful enemies that threaten their relationship. Liam, haunted by his past as a mafia boss, struggles to protect Jade and gain her trust. Meanwhile, Jade, shattered by her previous experiences, must learn to open up again and trust this man who seems intent on saving her. Together, Jade and Liam must face the dangers that await them, while taming their own inner demons. Their quest for happiness will push them to question their beliefs and discover each other, in the hope of building a lasting and fulfilling relationship./1/107726/coverorgin.jpg?v=54bf150ce7f6efa9aa56341aa421122b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia King's Regret: She Moved On
For four years, I was the invisible baker's daughter who memorized Dante Vitiello’s routine. I baked stomach-friendly meals for the Underboss of New York, ensuring his ulcer didn't kill him, all while loving him from the shadows. But when I collapsed from exhaustion in his gym, he didn't help me. He looked at me with pure revulsion and asked his guard: "Is she dead? Call pest control." To him, I wasn't a girl; I was a stain that smelled of "grease and desperation." When the Capo’s daughter framed me for stealing family secrets, Dante knew the truth. Yet, he stood silent. He didn't defend me. Instead, he handed me a scholarship check—hush money to exile me from the city, sacrificing my reputation to protect his political alliances. I took the money, not out of gratitude, but out of spite. I burned every sketch, every note, and every shred of the girl who had foolishly loved a monster. I realized I was just a disposable extra in his story. Five years later, I returned as a ruthless top-tier lawyer, engaged to a safe, clean man. Dante, now the Don, cornered me at a gala, looking at me with a desperate hunger he’d never shown before. "I broke you to save you," he claimed, his voice rough with regret. I pulled away and smiled, cold and unyielding. "You didn't save me, Dante. You burned the only person who ever truly loved you. And she’s never coming back."/0/60681/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a1e26f28aab6fab73282d7da05577bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Captured by the Psycho Billionaire
Jane finds her life dream coming true but in form of a nightmare when she is kidnapped by Quinn Enricho a notorious Mafia boss who claims to be in love with her because she shares complete resemblance with his late fiancée Lucia. When every plan of escape proves abortive, Jane struggles to accept her fate. Would she be able to survive in the life-threatening drama that comes with Quinn's violent business activities or would she be able to put up with his narcissistic nature and fall in love with him despite the challenges./0/56139/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Into his dangerous arms
BLURB: Rosa's life drastically changed when she was accused of being a Spy, she came to Venice to unwind and feel free again now she is in chains and taken hostage by one of the deadly mafia lords. After a chance encounter with Venice's most notorious crime lord, Antonino Capello, leads to her wrongful imprisonment, Rosa is thrust into a treacherous world of deception, manipulation, and desire. As she fights to prove her innocence, she finds herself caught in Antonino’s intoxicating web of attraction, the truth a shimmering mirage in the shadows of his mansion. But as the secrets of the past resurface, Rosa is forced to confront a chilling reality: that in the arms of her captor lies both her greatest danger and her greatest desire. Julian Antonino’s right-hand man seems to believe her she is so petite and weak that she doesn’t have it in her to spy on Antonino. He went undercover to find the real culprit and Rosa was freed but Antonino didn’t trust her yet he felt there was something off about her so he let her stay within his house. Will she be finally free to go home? Will she discover Antiono's secret? will he fall in love with her? What ‘ll happen after Antonino discovers who Rosa is?/0/63277/coverorgin.jpg?v=0c8e122f1748c2217ebad5b96aa41c09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia King's First Love
Elizabeth Taylor gave Sofia Roth a subtle nod, as if to calm her, before turning her full attention to Cloe. Her gaze was sharp, unforgiving. "This is not your home, Cloe." The words slammed into Cloe like a blow, knocking the air from her lungs. She froze, her body stiffening as the weight of the moment settled over her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Elizabeth cut her off, her voice like a blade slicing through Cloe's hope. "Meet Ethan's fiancée, Sofia." The words hit Cloe like a thunderclap, a shock so violent it felt as if lightning had struck her to the core. Her body stiffened, her eyes wide, her heart pounding so loud it echoed in her ears. Fiancée? Ethan's fiancée? Her eyes darted to Sofia, who stepped forward with a cruel smile, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Yes. Fiancée. I'm pregnant with Ethan's child." Cloe's world shattered. The words slammed into her with the force of a thousand storms, and she staggered backward as if physically struck. Her knees buckled, her hands clutching her chest, her breathing shallow and ragged. Pregnant? With Ethan's child? -------- Cloe was not ready to give up. So she received a sex tape from Sofia Roth. A sex Tape The man's face was deliberately obscured, lying back on the bed, while Sofia's naked body moved atop him, her large breasts bouncing as she rode him with exaggerated enthusiasm. Sofia's face, however, was clear. Her eyes locked onto the camera with an unmistakable awareness of what she was doing. Her moans were loud, theatrical, and filled with purpose. She threw her head back, calling out, "Oh, Ethan... love it, babe." The hands of the man beneath her, though blurred and devoid of identity, reached up to grip Sofia's breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Sofia's moans grew louder, her voice filled with pleasure as she called out again, "Ethan, baby... you're the best." ------ Three years later. She stepped cautiously into her apartment, her heart racing as she noticed the dark figure seated on the living room sofa. The shadows of the room made it hard to make out who it was. Her breath caught in her throat as she instinctively gripped her bag tighter. "Who's there?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. The figure stirred, slowly rising to his feet. Ethan, unable to believe his eyes, stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. It was her. Cloe-his Cloe-right there in front of him. The woman he had thought lost forever. She took a step forward, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Who are you?" she asked again, her voice firmer now. Ethan felt like the world had stopped moving. The woman standing before him, looking at him as if he were a stranger-how could she not know? His emotions collided within him, confusion, shock, and an overwhelming sense of longing. "I... I am your husband," he managed to say, his voice hoarse with disbelief. She froze, her face contorting in shock. "My husband?" she repeated, disbelief lacing her words. She took a step back, her confusion deepening. "Who are you? And what kind of joke is this?" She refused to recognize him./1/135305/coverorgin.jpg?v=694f0c5f64818b19515c2c149c394b15&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Forgiveness For The Ruthless Mafia Don
Prologue At our third-anniversary party, my husband’s childhood sweetheart, Livia, pushed me into the pool. I had been terrified of water all my life, and the life ring was drifting just in front of my hand. And then Livia reached out and pulled it away, hugging it to her chest, while my husband Dante lifted his phone and started recording. Dante did not even look down. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “The water’s barely two meters deep, and you took that diving course last year.” And so I was left alone in that black, freezing water, punishment for being “disobedient” in his eyes. What he did not know was that I was already carrying his child. He did not know yet what he had done. I, long since peeled free of my flesh, was floating quietly above his head, watching him. This time, all that was left in me was a dead, flat silence. To stand aside and watch him drown, step by step, in the hell he had built with his own hands — that was the only thing I wanted./1/107727/coverorgin.jpg?v=2035585f92730cc3189ad78da1cd0690&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Regret Is Useless: The Mafia Queen Rises
I was a Mafia Princess, and he was the gutter rat I tried to make a King. On our wedding day, with five hundred guests watching, Luca Moretti didn't say his vows. Instead, after receiving a photo of a secret child, he looked at me with panic and backed away from the altar. "I can't do this," he announced to the silent church. "She's here. She'll ruin the kid." He chose a waitress and their illegitimate daughter over me. He walked out, leaving me humiliated in a dress that cost more than most people's lives. Forty-eight hours later, he married her. He gave the waitress my ring, my future, and his name, all to protect a child he had hidden from me. When I confronted him weeks later, he looked at me with cold eyes and told me he did it for honor. He destroyed me to save them, convinced I would fade away into the background. He thought he could break a Vitiello and not pay the price. Five years later, I returned to Chicago. The gala went silent as I walked in, wearing blood-red silk. Luca approached me, eyes full of regret, begging for a second chance, claiming his marriage to the waitress was a mistake. He thought he could win me back. Until a little girl ran into the room—my daughter. And behind her walked my husband. Not a soldier, but the Reaper himself, Dante Cavallaro. Luca’s face turned pale as he realized the truth. He had left me at the altar to play father, but I had married the Devil to become a Queen./0/85989/coverorgin.jpg?v=71048ef39f55e525626d75fba3c12dbd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Accidentally Yours, Lord Mafia (Love Vs Duty)
After witnessing her parents tragic death, Caterina's life is forever changed, two dedicated detectives are brutally murdered. She dedicates herself to finding their killer, joining the police force and working her way up the ranks. As an undercover agent determined to track down her parents' killer. She is tasked with infiltrating a powerful company, where she discovers a shocking truth about her parents' killer is someone she's been working with. What happens when she falls in love with her parents' killer, she has to fight her feelings and her duty to bring them to justice./1/102212/coverorgin.jpg?v=93c119b53e299dfe14eb33edbc670816&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.../1/106755/coverorgin.jpg?v=52fadc3a20ff4af530f86539961ef2ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mafia Betrayal, My Unwanted Heir.
At my father's wedding reception, my new stepmother demanded I give her the sapphire necklace my mother left me when she died. I told her no. So she had her enforcer throw me to the floor in front of two hundred guests. He ripped the chain from my neck, shattering my mother's gemstone on the marble floor. When my childhood maid, Arlene, tried to protect me, he kicked her so hard her head cracked open against a stone pillar. My father, a New York mob boss, saw the whole thing and did nothing but laugh with his new bride. Any love I had for my family bled out on that floor with Arlene. That night, I found Damien Flynn, my father's sworn enemy. I was supposed to be my father's greatest asset-a virgin daughter to be sold for an alliance. I decided to burn that asset to the ground./1/120707/coverorgin.jpg?v=404a71b9f9cb0fcb57a14646e47c28e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bargained-Away Virgin: A Flower for the Don
In that city, Don Vito Lucchese stood at the top of the mafia world, and his word carried the weight of law. To settle a debt, Juliette was given away to the man, who was twenty years older than her, haunted by old wounds and known for the lives he had taken. Juliette made a promise to herself that no man would ever be allowed to touch her. Vito made a promise of his own, and it was far more dangerous. Anyone who tried hurting her would be destroyed. Her stubborn defiance collided with the Don's relentless obsession, setting off a battle between them. It was written in Don Lucchese's cold eyes and matched by Juliette's refusal to back down. But when two broken souls find themselves trapped in the heart of the mafia, love might become the thing that saved them... or the thing that ruined them both./1/106756/coverorgin.jpg?v=97365198d2e42e4794a57a69368cfbf7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up. As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress. The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me. The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one. With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered. I chose the one man they never expected. I chose his father, the Don himself./1/114543/coverorgin.jpg?v=84176567927eb66a95878ec720019be3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Bride's Lethal Revenge
To save my crumbling family, I was married off to Julian Moretti, the terrifying Underboss of the Chicago mafia. But he didn't even wait for the wedding reception to end before slipping Rohypnol into my champagne. I woke up on the cold marble floor of the penthouse, only to see my new husband sleeping with his long-time mistress right in front of me. He dragged my unconscious body there just to let me wake up to this humiliation, to show me I was nothing but discarded trash. When I escaped and returned home for help, my father threw a heavy crystal glass at my head. "You ruined us, you stupid bitch! Go back and beg for his mercy!" My stepmother cursed me for not knowing my place, while I discovered they had been embezzling my dead mother's trust fund to pay off debts. Even worse, the mistress in my husband's bed was actually my father's illegitimate daughter. My own family had served me to a Capo's bed just to beg for scraps, sacrificing my life for their beloved bastard. They all thought I was just the obedient, fragile Rossi princess they could easily manipulate and feed to the wolves. They expected me to cry, surrender, and let them bleed me dry. But the fragile mafia princess they knew was already dead. In her place, the dormant instincts of "Seraph"—the lethal Mossad operative I used to be—snapped awake. I wiped my husband's blood off my knuckles, stepped over his groaning body, and made a deal with his deadliest rival. This time, I'm going to burn their entire empire to the ground./1/124277/coverorgin.jpg?v=20261111202046&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Comeback
Aiden, the kingpin of the underworld, gets a reunion invitation from high school. He chuckled, and then his brothers took Isabella's name, who is Aiden's ex-girlfriend and once used to be their best friend too. But as the power comes in a way, Aiden and his brothers think Isabella is not equal to them, so they throw her away, and now here they are again, going to meet their past again. But Aiden knew she was still the same, weak and soft. But neither he nor his brother is ready for what is coming./1/119735/coverorgin.jpg?v=2af7043548ae4d2814909d63bd78508f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Discarded Mafia Princess's Ruthless Return
For seventeen years, I was the Falcone family's Mafia Princess. Then a DNA test declared me a bastard orphan. My father stripped my title. My sister stole my savings. They framed me, kicked me through glass, and left me bleeding in the dirt. When I was handed to a slum thug to be destroyed, my fever hit 104. I heard Carlo Falcone's voice over the phone: "Let her rot." I jumped from a fifth-floor window into the freezing night. I survived. Now I'm not coming back as their discarded stray. I'm coming back as the queen of their deadliest enemy. And the Falcones are about to learn: You don't break a girl who has already fallen from the sky./1/112273/coverorgin.jpg?v=119fb71cc6a6aba85416b095d812c54a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Discarded Wife Is A Mafia Queen
I am the wife of Dante Moretti, a powerful Mafia Underboss. But in secret, I am "Spettro," the phantom architect who built his entire encrypted bootlegging empire. On my birthday, I came home to find him gifting our five-year-old daughter the exact plush toy he had violently slapped out of my hands months ago. Only this time, he was giving it to his mistress, Adriana, to present as her own. "Auntie Adriana is a million times better than Mommy." My daughter's innocent words pierced my heart, while Dante coldly dismissed my presence, treating me like an unwelcome stranger interrupting their perfect family. He mocked my mothering, allowed his mistress to sever my desperate phone calls with my child, and weaponized his power to break our daughter's spirit just to spite me. He sneered that my only purpose was to stay quiet, absolutely certain I would crawl back the second my allowance ran dry. He thought I was just a weak, submissive wife who had lost everything. He didn't realize that the empire he arrogantly ruled was entirely built on my stolen brilliance. I left my diamond ring on the table, violently slashed our ancient blood oath in half, and walked out of his gilded cage forever. Sitting in a cold warehouse, I placed my hands on my telegraph machine and initiated the Ghost Protocol to permanently paralyze his entire criminal network. The era of playing the dutiful wife was over. I am Donna Falcone, and the vendetta has just begun./0/85344/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d2115e1d27f168fa40e0490e3edf895&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Burned Alive, Reborn Anew
The smell of gasoline and burning flesh clung to my last breath, a horrific perfume of my own end. My wife, Olivia, and her grandmother, the woman I' d sacrificed everything to save, celebrated my agonizing death. "You staged the kidnapping, you killed my lover and my son, how dare you still be alive!" Olivia shrieked, as flames licked at the cage they' d locked me in. Her grandmother, my supposed savior, added, "You couldn' t give me a child, so you targeted my grandson, I' ll teach you a lesson you\'ll never forget!" I died watching them smile, consumed by fire, bewildered by their monstrous accusations. I had given my family' s entire fortune to rescue her grandmother, even taken multiple stab wounds in the process. The media had hailed me as a hero, "the ultimate proof of our love," but it meant nothing to them. Olivia' s lover, Ethan Hayes, jealous of the attention, had tragically drowned with their son, Lucas, and they blamed me. They smiled as I burned alive, a fool who gave everything and received only contempt. Then, a frantic, insistent ringing pierced the fiery memory. My eyes snapped open. I wasn't in a burning cage; I was in my bed, the one I shared with Olivia. The calendar on my phone screamed a terrifying truth: it was the fifth anniversary of my marriage, the very day her grandmother was kidnapped. I was back, forced to relive the nightmare. But this time, I wouldn't be the fuel for their fire. I silenced the phone, the urgent ringing of the kidnappers cut short. This time, their fate was their own./0/63606/coverorgin.jpg?v=6fe8cfe124dc7709ab1bd2b1f21b34b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
