Mafia Books for Women
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My Foolish Husband's Regret Comes Late
For three years, I secretly used my hidden network of connections to build my husband's pathetic mafia syndicate into the absolute pinnacle of this city. Tonight was supposed to be the birthday dinner where I planned to finally reveal my true identity to him. Instead, Cassio left me all alone in that high-end restaurant and froze every single one of my accounts. Hours later, he returned with his mistress Lola and a group of heavily armed men. "You have nothing. No power, no money. You are completely worthless," Lola sneered triumphantly, viciously smashing a bottle of vintage red wine at my feet before landing a hard punch to my jaw. He announced to the roaring crowd of mobsters that I was being cast aside. Then, he gave me a cruel ultimatum. If I couldn't produce three hundred thousand dollars in thirty minutes, his men would strip me naked and throw me out onto the street, leaving me to be publicly humiliated for the entire city to see. Those sleazy capos closed in on me, staring with the greedy eyes of predators sizing up their prey. Looking at the man I had married out of genuine love, I finally understood that our wedding vows were nothing but a carefully calculated experiment to him. He truly believed I was just a helpless, penniless woman whom he could trample on at will just to please his mistress. He had no idea that I was Serena Falcone, the legendary heiress of the most cold-blooded mafia family on the East Coast. When the countdown ended and his men reached out to tear my dress, I calmly picked up a phone and summoned my real family. It was time to burn his entire empire to the ground!/0/81452/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5b0fe5063d680821fbd1b70ed58015e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE LUPINE MAFIA
He's a ruthless Mafia .She's the human who made him lose control. Jaxon Voxx doesn't do love. He rules the mafia underworld with a silver tongue, a blood-stained suit, and claws that tear through enemies without mercy. But one night with a stranger ,a woman with fire in her eyes and sorrow in her soul,shatters his discipline. Astrid Wilder is drowning in bills, grief, and guilt. A one-night escape in a club's VIP room was never supposed to follow her. But six months later, the man who took her breath away shows up at her mother's funeral. And pretends she's a stranger. He doesn't know her name. She never expected to see him again. But fate isn't finished with them. Now Jaxon wants answers. Astrid wants distance. And neither can stop the storm brewing between them. Dark secrets. Forbidden attraction. Savage possessiveness. She's the human who awakens the wolf. He's the Alpha who can break her... or fall to his knees for her. One night. One bite. One dangerous obsession./0/83399/coverorgin.jpg?v=1df627a02d012636d1d70c8570b8926f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Heiress
" it's a matter of life or death and am not ready to face any but I can't be a coward either " I muttered to myself...not until nightmare ventured towards me and hit ahhh ...this idiot just hit my stomach...I winced on the floor that was when I noticed something liquid drip out from my mouth...what the ...bloood ! ./1/103515/coverorgin.jpg?v=e17c8611ddfe17e674cfdb30dda48467&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Followed: Building Our Scarred Life
On the night of my triumph, my husband chose her. As the champagne flutes toasted my resurrected Renaissance masterpieces, the news channels showed Lorenzo "Enzo" Conti shielding his new business ally—and rumored future bride—from a storm. I stood alone in the glittering gallery, the perfect, neglected wife of Chicago's most formidable shadow-king. For four years, I was his most beautiful possession. A restorer of broken art, trapped in my own gilded cage. That night, I saw the final crack. So I began my own restoration project. Myself. I forged my escape with the precision of my craft, embedding my divorce papers within a genuine museum loan agreement. He signed it without a glance, too busy building his empire to notice he was losing his wife. I vanished into the Swiss Alps, carrying two secrets: my unborn child, and the cold resolve to never be erased again. I thought that was the end of the story. I was wrong. He followed. The man who once commanded a criminal empire now lives in a mountain hut. He chops my wood, clears my path, and learns to soothe our daughter at 3 a.m. When assassins from his old life came, he buried them in the frozen earth with his bare hands. "Let me be your sentry," he says, his eyes holding a peace I've never seen. "Let me use the only skills I have left to keep you safe." This is not a story about forgiveness. This is a story about fracture, and what grows from the ruins. It's about the Don who became a carpenter, the restorer who learned to break free, and the new life we're building—piece by scarred piece—in the shadow of the mountains. Some masterpieces aren't found in museums. They're forged in the silent space between a second chance, and the courage to take it./0/75613/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Crimson Desire
Sophia Morelli has lived a life of luxury, but it's a luxury tainted by the shadow of her family's mafia connections. Trapped in a gilded cage, she yearns for freedom from the violence and deceit that surround her. But when her father, the head of the Morelli crime family, arranges her engagement to a man she despises, her life takes a dark turn. Dante Rossi, the ruthless and calculating head of a rival mafia family, is a man who commands respect and fear. He's spent years building his empire and erasing any weakness, but everything changes when he's ordered to protect Sophia from the escalating threats to her life. What starts as a reluctant duty soon turns into a dangerous game of passion and power./1/109032/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e364b285e8a2d439bb3245298a943c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Engaged to the Devil, Loved by His Shadow
Arranged to marry the most ruthless mafia don in the city, Serafina learns early that obedience is the price of survival. Luca De Santis doesn't love, he owns. And she is his most valuable possession. Inside an empire built on blood, fear, and unbreakable loyalty, there is only one man who never looks at her like property. Matteo De Santis. Luca's cousin. His enforcer. His shadow. Falling in love with him is forbidden. Being discovered means death. As loyalty fractures and betrayal ignites, Serafina is forced to choose: remain a silent bride to a monster or rise beside the man willing to burn the empire for her. In a world where love is treason, survival demands rebellion./0/74965/coverorgin.jpg?v=c26ef2587af3e953323724087bcf9e54&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Signed To His Terms
Staring straight into her eyes, a playful smile curls his lips. "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 desire. To save her father who stole from the ruthless mafia lord, Theo Rodriguez. Everyone surrenders to him, but she dares to confront him. Even though she is trembling with fear, her tearful eyes show determination. She knows this will drag her to hell, but still, she says yes. Will this deal that started as a pleasure trade by force grow into more? Will they crave and fall for each other? Or will they just break up when the contract expires, leaving their passion behind?/0/58094/coverorgin.jpg?v=22532312abb581bb0af87ccc4a8b6038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding the Millioner's daughter.
PROLOGUE: "Shaniya Venice Gershwin !!" I heard a baritone voice from behind me as a rock as I stood when I heard his voice. "Why?" I didn't answer and looked at him. "Where are you going?" She asked my eyebrows at me. "Wherever you are and I will not see you!" I shouted at him and I hoped I should expect. A strong slap hit my face. I'm used to this always this way. "Come here! Your not going out! Remember this Shan you're not going out anywhere! She screamed at me as she held my hand around the pain she was holding on to it but I didn't even notice that it was so tiring. "Stop! What are you doing!? Remember you're the first one who cheated on me, us !! And, this relationship is not going out well anymore! You cheated remember? You first cheated! You have Vanessa Tyron Why? I cried to him. "Look Tyron, don't you want me to remember? So you're still making out of your ex. Stop making fun of me Tyron Ace Villanueva!" I shouted angrily and pulled my hand to his hand. As I looked at it his hand was still there. "I already signed the divorced paper ty. I hope that is what you want right? So I signed up yesterday. So yeah! I'm out of this f*cking force marriaged that our parents did." I said and quickly went upstairs and took my luggage. When, I reached the gate I last took a glance at the mansion. I'll always love you ty but, you gave me the reason to give up on you. I said in my mind. I put my baggage before going in the taxi. ____/0/65881/coverorgin.jpg?v=1fb46d3b5e28ad5e82999bd38392f7f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Bed with the Mafia.
Anna McClain, the daughter of Jacob McClain-one of the most ruthless Mafia lords-wanted nothing more than a life away from the ruthlessness and bloodshed that came with her family name. In a desperate bid to see this wish fulfilled, she ran away from home. This turned out to be the best decision of her life, as she met the love of her life, Aiden Smith. But the joy was short-lived, as disaster struck on the fifth year of her escape-the night Aiden proposed to her. Her brother, Liam, resurfaced, dragging her back into the life she so desperately sought to avoid. Faced with two choices: to marry into another Mafia, or risk losing her life and Aiden's, what will Anna decide?/1/104166/coverorgin.jpg?v=2578445dafd184d47f9e7f9c353d6fe5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY VIRGIN MAID
He hired a maid. What he got was a virgin. Now, he wants to ruin her-softly, slowly, completely. Eighteen and untouched, Christina never imagined her first job would land her in the mansion of a dangerously powerful billionaire. Bryce Alistair doesn't ask. He commands. And now, the innocent little maid is learning what it means to obey-one moan, one punishment, one wicked whisper at a time. Dark. Erotic. Addictive. She thought she was just cleaning his house. She didn't know she was walking into his cage. Christina is eighteen, broke, and desperate. Her first job lands her in the mansion of Bryce Alistair-a cold billionaire with eyes that strip her bare. He's older, richer, and terrifyingly magnetic. She tries to keep her distance, but her innocence draws him in like a flame. He doesn't want love. He wants obedience. And she's about to learn what it means to kneel. As their dangerous relationship deepens, lines blur between pain and pleasure, punishment and reward, fear, and yearning. But behind his sharp commands hides a man darker than she imagined-and she's about to discover that taming the virgin maid isn't just about breaking her body... It's about owning her completely/1/134989/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fd304bfd351470ced6ee833cab24595&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Mafia Queen: Ruling The North
I grew up with four mafia heirs, taking a sacred blood oath at ten years old that we would never abandon each other. I was supposed to be their Mafia Queen. But the moment a fragile, trembling girl named Lyra appeared, they threw me away. To give her my Ivy League slot, my fiancé Damian forced me to sign a permanent defection contract to the freezing North. When Lyra cried fake tears and framed me for stealing, the four men I loved didn't hesitate to turn on me. They violently twisted my arms, tore my room apart, and permanently deleted all my childhood videos—the only memories I had left of my dead parents. "You do not exist in this Family anymore," Damian threatened coldly. My heart died in that exact moment. I had turned down prestigious Northern commissions twice just to stay by their side, sacrificing my dreams for our vow, only to be erased without a single question. When the armored extraction vehicle arrived, I calmly took off my promise ring and threw away our blood oath crest. I crossed the border and permanently severed our bond without looking back. Five years later, when the future Don knelt in the dirt begging me to come home, I looked at him with absolute indifference. "What is given away is no longer wanted."/0/79184/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff9a70806548507a5136ba836b15edcb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Forgotten Obsession
"Don't die on me, Tom, I can't lose you for the second time. It will ruin me." Vivienne said desperately, holding his sweaty face in her hands. Tom hid his pain and smiled up at her. "There are too many filthy fantasies of you and I in my head that I'm yet to carry out. I won't forgive myself if I die, Vee." She couldn't look away... ~ For Eight years, Vivienne lost her light after the death of her teenage lover, Tristan Bennett. Forced to engage his cruel stepbrother based on based on family's agreement, she made the decision to flee on their wedding day. Now, hidden in a city where no one knows her name, she sort for a new job only for her to discover that her new billionaire boss was her lover who died eight years ago. He doesn't remember her. He bears another name. And he has another woman now? Not any ordinary woman-A dangerous mafia lord's daughter who happens to be obsessed with him. But Tristan, now known as Tom in his new mafia world wants to bail out, and he needs a contract marriage with a new woman to leave his obsessive girlfriend. Vivienne agreed to the marriage contract with every intention to help him get back his past memories. But what happens when all circumstances surrounding them threatens to sabotage her efforts? Tom's cruel stepbrother who wanted Vivienne than breath itself-His Mafia boss, and his obsessive girlfriend. Vivienne must risk danger and death to be with her lover again. But some problems are far too complicated with many secrets to solve, and Vivienne is about to find out./0/74642/coverorgin.jpg?v=48b310a205bac53fe8e0ad8026ce3262&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The lonely mafia
Summary The lonely mafia In a forest in a place recovered from Russia was the most dangerous and especially lonely mafia, Nikolai Andreew is the leader of a Russian mafia organization, his organization specializes in the sale of drugs, cocaine and money laundering, it is very in natureCold, impenetrable and very impulsive. Orphan of father and mother he had lived in an orphanage, at the start he was a straight man, a worker calm and everything but everything had changed in his life when he was unjustly accused of a crime that he had not committed, since then he had completely changed after the mistreatin prison. His time spent in prison was the worst moment he had spent his whole life, it was like hell for him because he had known torture, suffering and everything. Since he had been torn off his parents very early and that he had not enjoyed their love well, he had become a merciless man, unwinding from feelings, he had become stronger and the only way he had found to protect himself from the low blows of life, his enemies and everything after hisReleased from prison was to dive into darkness, to love blood, to be merciless. So today with his clan filling with his men he had become the most influential man in all areas, everyone fears him because he sows terror anywhere he sets foot. In addition to the mafia he had his things that he managed, he loved loneliness, never embarked on a woman, he led his lonely life and enjoyed it more than anything. But what will happen to his loneliness when he met a beautiful broken woman, destroyed who needed her protection? Will he end his solitude to help him? Or will she let him go and continue in her solitude as usual? Will he manage to protect the young woman and make her happy? Will they finish together?/1/103519/coverorgin.jpg?v=93e6999678186632901855a20a4771fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For The Mafia Don's Regret
I kept a ledger to track my marriage to the most feared man in Chicago. Loyalty started at one hundred. Every time Dante looked through me to stare at his mistress, Isabella, I subtracted one. Every time he left our bed to answer her calls, I subtracted five. The day the score hit zero, I was lying in a secret clinic, bleeding out. I had been in a severe accident. I was pregnant, and the hemorrhage was critical. But the nurse, eyes red with weeping, told me they couldn't give me the blood transfusion I needed. Dante had ordered the clinic's entire supply of O-negative blood to be reserved for Isabella. She had a bruised knee and was "in shock." He prioritized her comfort over his unborn child's life. I lost the baby. I left the ledger on his desk with a final note: *You bought her comfort with your heir’s blood. Score: 0.* Then, I vanished. Two years later, Dante found me at a gala in Seattle. The ruthless Capo dei Capi, a man who never bowed to anyone, fell to his knees in front of hundreds of people. He begged, tears streaming down his face, claiming he had made a mistake, that I was his only true love. I looked at him, then at Julian, the man standing beside me who treated me like a queen. I pulled my hand away from Dante’s grip and smiled coldly. "Apologies don't fix dead things, Mr. Moretti. Go back to your grave."/0/55825/coverorgin.jpg?v=c92f97dff1ae1f4ab1ae94ce4139b5f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Charming Mate
Rocco Lorenzo is a brutal mafia that never forgives. He is feared by all and get whatever he sets his mind on. Irena is a cunny lady who is aspiring to be a lawyer and uses her ability to extort money from people with the hope of getting her mother out of prison. Fate brings them together as she tells him his fate and he gets swamped into her audacity - something no one has ever shown to him. Her cute charm was enough to get him hooked on their first encounter and he decided to pursue whatever bond it was till the end before he started uncovering the twist of fates. Will their stories let them be together?/0/83079/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d16d7057602a7cee07bddfa6c93e568&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From His Shadow To Her Throne
For a decade, I was Ace. Dominic Russo' s top enforcer, his strategist, the ghost who made his problems vanish. I built his empire in Port Sterling, brick by bloody brick, on the promise of a shared throne, our future intertwined. My loyalty was absolute, my love fierce. Then, I heard shattered glass. Standing outside his office, I listened as he planned his wedding to Chloe Miller, a socialite. He called me a mere "tool," "not wife material," unfit for his meticulously crafted public image. Ten years of unwavering loyalty, countless sacrifices, casually thrown away. The man I bled for, who I loved, demanded I empty our shared home for his new bride. Chloe, viciously, later read from his journal, twisting every one of my life-threatening missions into romantic backdrops for her. His lies ran deeper than I imagined, confirmed by his own rival: he' d manipulated me, used me as a human shield. How could he discard me so utterly, erase my sacrifices, gaslight my reality, turning my devotion into a weapon against me? The shock hardened into glacial fury, burning away every lingering sentiment. He thought I was just a tool? He was about to discover how sharp a tool could be when it decided to carve its own destiny. I picked up my burner phone and called Elijah Kane. Dominic' s entire empire was now a gift, served on a silver platter./1/109684/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdd6a9ea79856bac9cde201ca8f10e02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Resign: The Mafia Boss's Unwanted Wife
I was gasping for air on the cold marble floor of the Syndicate Ball, my lungs seizing in a familiar, lethal rhythm. My inhaler was just five feet away, but it might as well have been miles. Dante Moretti, the man who bought my life with his blood eight years ago, looked right at me. He saw my panic. He saw the weakness he despised. Then, he turned his back on me to continue waltzing with his mistress. That betrayal was just the beginning. When the elevator trapped us days later, the lights flickering and the air growing thin, Dante didn't hesitate. He pried the doors open and carried Sofia out like a fragile bride. He left me—his wife with a diagnosed respiratory condition—alone in the suffocating dark to die. He missed my birthday dinner to comfort her on a Ferris Wheel, leaving me to celebrate with a single candle on a slice of toast. I finally realized that to him, I wasn't a wife to be cherished. I was just property to be owned. Something inside me didn't just break; it clicked into place. I stopped waiting for him to come home. I left my wedding ring on the table, blocked his number, and walked out into the night. Now, Dante is tearing the city apart to find me, claiming he realizes his mistake. But he's too late. Because the man standing beside me now isn't offering me a diamond ring or empty promises. He just handed me a loaded Glock and asked if I wanted to be his Queen./0/84377/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4b31646d3be1add1fc4b166b969a66b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./1/103520/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e6418d5394e0e4bbe83a90a685c826f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose A Fake Heir Over His True Wife
My husband studied the fertility report on his desk with the same cold precision he used to order executions. On our fifth anniversary, he didn't give me diamonds. He checked his Rolex and delivered the sentence that ended my life. "Your genetic profile is defective, Catarina." He didn't just ask for a divorce. He pressed a button on his intercom, and a woman walked in. She was loud, chewing gum, and wearing a dress that was too tight. "This is Aria," Alex said, his voice flat. "She is a vessel. She will carry the heir your body cannot produce." He claimed it was just business, that she would be exiled once the child was born. But at my birthday gala, when Aria tripped into a champagne tower, the truth shattered along with the glass. I was the one bleeding, a jagged shard slicing my arm. But Alex didn't look at me. He threw his body over her. He cradled his mistress, screaming for a doctor to check the baby, while I stood there with blood dripping onto the marble floor, completely invisible. I watched him give his own blood to save her in the clinic later that night. I saw the way he looked at her—not like a vessel, but like a prize. He thought I would stay. He thought I was the obedient Mafia wife who would raise his mistress's child to save the family image. So when he handed me a stack of papers to "protect the assets," he was too arrogant to read them. He didn't notice the header read *Decree of Divorce*. While he was busy buying baby clothes for a child that didn't even exist, I wiped my identity from the servers, signed the papers he blindly authorized, and boarded a one-way jet to Paris. By the time he realizes his "heir" is a fraud, I will already be a ghost./1/124934/coverorgin.jpg?v=87785a01556bdab87ef036b478644ee7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
