Mafia Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Waitress Is Actually The Mafia Queen
I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi. I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet. The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress. Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet. The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly. I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world. Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked. He chose to sacrifice me to save face. "Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves." He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress. He thought he was showing strength. He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call. I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors. Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared. "Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers." "And send the wolves."/1/105386/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260305041940&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Debt Collector's Bride
Sera Hale is a young art student living a completely sheltered life, unaware of her father's dangerous secrets. When her father's debt is called in by the ruthless mafia boss, Damien Vescari, Sera is suddenly kidnapped and forced into marriage. She's terrified of Damien, especially because she suspects he was involved in her mother's death. But what truly confuses Sera is the intense, almost obsessive familiarity in his eyes and the surprising kindness he sometimes shows her. Sera doesn't realize the shocking truth: Damien was her anonymous online soulmate from years ago-the boy she fell in love with before her father suddenly cut her off. Damien has been searching for her ever since. Now, he finally has her, but their reunion is a nightmare. She sees him only as a kidnapper, and her love is replaced by fear. As Sera fights for her freedom, she discovers that their past is tangled up in dangerous secrets./0/59550/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240730155228&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hiding Mafia's
"Good day, everyone. My name is Meggan Minx Foreister, and I'm the twin of the late head architect Meggay Minx Foreister. I am the new Head Architect." Her eyes met ours. "Meggay is dead, and all of you are the reason why she died." She smirked as Phoebe burst into tears. "Are you ready to face the consequences?" she said, still smirking. Secrets by secret and will come out soon. Who is Meggay's killer? Who is the real killer? It's been six years, but the case was never solved. Meggay's death did not appear on TV, and the police did not hear about what happened on the wedding day of Patricio and Grethel. Did everyone forget Meggay? What if one of the reasons for Meggay's death was the person you care about? Are they ready to face hell?/1/120404/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260616114419&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cold Queen And Her Weeping Don
I was the wife of the city's most ruthless mafia boss, bound to him by a sacred blood oath. For six years, I stood beside Lorenzo Falcone as he built his empire from blood and ash. I believed our bond was unbreakable—until the night I unlocked his private safe. Inside, hidden beneath a false bottom, was a black velvet box. And inside that box was a silver moon pendant engraved with two letters: S&L. Sofia and Lorenzo. Sofia was his most lethal Capo—the architect of his most profitable ventures. The woman he swore was nothing more than a trusted soldier. While I was suffocating in our bulletproof mansion, he had been sharing late-night whispers with her on burner phones. While I lay alone in our bed, he stood on the balcony in the freezing dark, his voice low and urgent, speaking her name into a disposable phone. When I confronted him, the man who could end a bloodline with a flick of his wrist completely crumbled. "I never touched her," he sobbed, his knuckles bleeding as he pounded on my locked door. "I swear on my life—she was only an emotional crutch during the syndicate war. You have to believe me." But belief was a luxury I could no longer afford. For six months, I treated him like a ghost. The terrifying Don who made Capos tremble was reduced to a weeping mess, cooking my meals and standing vigil outside my library door until dawn, begging for a single glance. I couldn't understand how the fiercely loyal soldier, who once carved me a wooden rose with his combat knife, could let another woman into our shadows. Had absolute power completely rotted the man I loved? Or had I simply been blind from the start? When he finally fell to his knees, offering to surrender his entire criminal empire just to stop me from walking away, I made my decision. I wouldn't just give him a clean divorce. I was going to put the head of the Family on trial—and make the entire underworld watch./1/102101/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106222213&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Wife: The Shadow Strategist Returns
I stood in the center of the ballroom, watching my husband accept credit for the massacre I had meticulously planned. To the underworld, Craig Snyder was the King, a strategic genius who had crippled the Russian mafia. To me, he was the man who had just re-gifted my anniversary present—a Patek Philippe watch—to match the diamond bracelet dangling from his mistress’s wrist. The Senator’s daughter, Chanel, laughed at a joke only he could hear, wearing a red dress and a look of naive adoration that used to be mine. When I confronted him, expecting an apology, Craig didn't just dismiss me. He slapped me across the face in front of the city's elite, the sound echoing like a gunshot. He yanked the wedding ring off my finger, drawing blood, and placed it into Chanel’s palm, calling me a hysterical, barren relic. Later, I found the forged documents. He had signed my name to transfer every asset we built together into his sole possession, leaving me with nothing but a hush-money check. He thought I was just a scorned wife. He forgot that I was the architect of his empire. So, I drove my car off a bridge. I let the world believe I was dead. I let him mourn the woman he destroyed while I watched from the shadows, erasing his existence from my accounts. Six months later, at the Global Crime Summit, Craig stood up with a diamond ring, ready to beg my memory for forgiveness. But the doors opened, and I didn't walk in alone. I walked onto the stage holding the hand of his deadliest rival, Felix Tyson. I wasn't there to take him back. I was there to take his kingdom./1/117119/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260523203533&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claiming The Queen: The Mafia Boss's Rise
When the Syndicate Elders issued a blood decree, my Underboss fiancé had seventy-two hours to marry me or lose his territory. But instead of securing our alliance, Pietro slid my four-carat blood-diamond engagement ring onto the finger of Mia, the nineteen-year-old protégé I had rescued from the gutters. He let her leak confidential intel that cost our Family over a million dollars, yet he fiercely protected her while blaming me. He publicly stripped me of my rank as Consigliere, relocating my desk to the entry-level floor. Then, he demanded I forfeit my controlling shares directly into Mia's name. "Stop making a scene before you ruin your chances of ever becoming my wife," he warned me patronizingly. I looked at the man I had dodged bullets with for four years to build this legitimate empire from nothing. He was so poisoned by power and ego that he truly believed I would accept being his powerless trophy wife while he paraded his mistress around. He thought I was just a submissive woman who desperately needed him to survive. Without a second of hesitation, I picked up the pen and signed my power away. What Pietro didn't know was that I had already secretly transferred my true holdings to the daughter of the city's most feared Don. I left him holding a worthless piece of paper, packed my bags, and went back to my old territory to build a new fortress./0/81452/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250716184545&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./0/56735/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240605200701&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE MAFIA LORD’S FORBIDDEN PLEASURE.
“You are mine. I own you. Nobody… no one, gets to know how you taste. I will kill for you. I will kill anyone who touches a strand of hair on your head. No one dares to look at you the way I do. It is not a request. I do not beseech you. It is a threat,” his dangerously deep voice whispered in her ear. “You… you are getting worked up. I am just your mistress.” “No. The moment you sign on those papers, you belong to me. You are mine for the rest of your life. No one… gets you. You are my property, Malyshka.” === To Leilani, rule number one was: Never date a married man. However, when the freakishly hot devil disguised as the cruelest mafia lord, Diego took a sudden interest in her, all of her rules got bent right before her eyes and unfortunately for her, there was nothing she could do. He would not take no for an answer. He was worse than fear. He was worse than death… and he would kill anyone who opposed him. He was not the average man. He was Don Killian Diego, and he found pleasure most in killing./1/100381/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251230171719&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose The Mistress, Losing His True Queen
I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York. To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen. But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table. It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test. "Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture." I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking. He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago. He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy. He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go. He was wrong. I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don. And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy. I wanted to erase him. I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built. Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa." It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul. On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial. When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth. He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife. Because the woman who loved him no longer existed./0/80670/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250911235457&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WHEN LOVE WORKS
Lia, a twenty-one year old lady from a wealthy mafia Italian family finally finds love in a rival mafia family. After much persuasion she and her lover, Franco are able to convince their families that their love for each other was real and deep and they later get married. However, on their wedding day Franco starts to behave strangely. He is not the man that Lia used to know when they were dating. He changes from the sweet loving and caring gentleman that he was while they courted to an arrogant and abusive husband. Franco opens up to Lia's elder brother, Lorenzo, on their wedding day that he won't be the husband that Lia had always dreamed of. He promises to make her life a misery. Lorenzo is shocked by Franco's openness particularly as they were just getting married and tries to persuade Lia to call off the wedding. Lia does not listen to Lorenzo because according to her it was not news that the Franco's family was a rival mafia family. She believed that they had crossed that hurdle successfully when both families agreed to their marriage. She dismisses Lorenzo's warnings which she thought were based on that ground. Lorenzo, however, goes on to tell the rest of the family what Franco had told him personally. After the wedding, Lia begins to experience what Lorenzo her brother tried to warn her about. Franco had started abusing her both physically and verbally. However, Lia not knowing the reason for this sudden change in her husband was determined to keep her marriage. Two years after their wedding, she still had not conceived. This she attributed to the lack of peace and love she was experiencing in her marriage. Her love for Franco however was still very strong and she was determined to make her marriage work. One day she came back from shopping at noon to find Franco, her husband stark naked with another lady on their matrimonial bed. This was when she realized that her relationship with Franco had so much degenerated. She decided to leave him for a while until he was willing and ready to get help to restore their union. Lia ends up going back to her father's house. Her brother Lorenzo one day discovers some scars and bruises on his sister's body giving him a clearer picture of what she had been through while she was with Franco. He accuses her of lying and covering up for Franco all this while. Against Lia's wish he reveals it to the family and vows to avenge every pain Franco had put his sister through. Franco on the other hand does not change his ways. He decides to continue to have all the fun in his life believing that Lia's love for him would soon make her come back begging once she comes back to her senses. Her brother tries to persuade her to divorce Franco, but she refuses as she still loved Franco very much. This only infuriated Lorenzo the more. He swore he would kill Franco for breaking his sister's heart and taking his family for granted. He goes ahead to advise Lia not to bother thinking of going back to Franco because to him Franco was already a dead man. During a family gathering she begs her family to help her save her marriage as that was the only reason why she left her home in the first place. What had caused the sudden change in Lia's husband, Franco? Would Lia be able to restore the love she was sure Franco once had for her? Can she save Franco from Lorenzo's anger and promise to avenge every pain he had put her through? Read this compelling story to find out if true love is enough to bring about the love, peace and harmony Lia desires./0/69563/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526230038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Lovely Spy
Bella Trump is an aspiring Actress that wanted to fulfill her life long dream as well as her dead mother's of becoming a famous actress. Her dream and wishes were aborted when she had a one night stand with a man by mistake and her father gave her a mission to spy on the notorious Mafia group in the city if she wanted him to help in sponsoring her Career. Bella had no other choice than to venture into the Lion's den and there she met the least expected person! The man she slept with. Miguel Rodriguez, the most notorious Mafia lord that ushered several drug distribution across the state. As things goes on, Bella discovered that behind the mask of a notorious Mafia Lord was a loving man with a painful past. What happened when Bella asked him to marry her because he slept with her so that she could spy on him?/0/85989/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250816025852&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./1/102728/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106222517&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Bride's Ultimate Retribution
In my last life, my stepsister and my husband murdered me. They stole my position, my children, and my future, leaving me with nothing but a cold, lonely death. My sister, Belen, was consumed by a cancerous jealousy over my status and my healthy heirs. My husband, Dedric, a man I once loved, saw our children as nothing more than political pawns to secure his own power. Their shared ambition led them to conspire against me, and in the end, they took my life. I died betrayed and alone, a pawn in their twisted game, never understanding how they could be so cruel. Then, I woke up. I was back at the very moment it all began-with Belen on her knees, begging me to fix her broken engagement to Dedric. This time, I looked at the man who would destroy me and the woman who would help him, and I smiled. "He's all yours."/0/90526/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250915182809&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The vow of shadows
✨ The Vow of Shadows ✨ When night falls, promises written in blood can never be broken. Isha thought she had escaped her family's dark legacy, trading shadows for a fragile semblance of freedom. But when a stranger cloaked in smoke and silence appears at her door, she learns the truth: you don't walk away from the underworld-you're dragged back in. Umar, ruthless and untouchable, is a man bound by an oath forged long before she was born. His life is built on loyalty and vengeance, his soul a weapon sharpened by betrayal. And now, fate entwines him with the one woman he cannot allow himself to want-because desiring her means breaking the vow that keeps them both alive. Between them lies a dangerous attraction that burns hotter than any vendetta. But in a world where shadows keep secrets and vows are paid in blood, love is the most lethal risk of all. They can run from the truth. They can hide from the world. But they cannot escape the vow of shadows./0/91152/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251024194515&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Operation Wedding Ring
Her mission was simple: Infiltrate the Albanian Mafia and bring down the Krasniqi family. Driven by pain and vengeance, she was determine to succeed. But the deeper she goes, the more complicated her mission. And in a world were things aren't always what they seem, Jenny Mills finds herself caught up in a web of lies, deciet, secrets, and betrayal. Will she succeed? Or go the way of all the others who dared cross Adam Krasniqi?/1/119780/coverorgin.jpg?v=59dfacad564e2f91feed6429627eab2e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Wife? I Am The Underworld Boss
I am the head of the Bianco syndicate. I trusted my quiet, civilian husband, Simon, to guard my ancestral estate while I expanded our legitimate empire out of state. I rushed home after receiving an alert that my five-million-dollar property was sold, only to find Simon cradling a newborn baby with his mistress in my desecrated courtyard. The mistress, Rachel, smugly declared she now owned my house and my husband, using a forged divorce agreement and IDs Simon had secretly stolen from my private safe. "Simon divorcing you was an escape from misery, because no real man wants a cold machine in his bed." They played the victims for the live-streaming neighbors, and Rachel tossed my late father's sacred mafia relics into the mud, stomping on his photograph and laughing about melting his legacy for scrap metal. I stared at the pathetic coward I had married, sickened and bewildered that the man who once vowed to protect my home could steal my inheritance and casually destroy my bloodline's honor for a cheap affair. As the local police tried to arrest me for defending my father's memory, my syndicate's armored convoy suddenly barricaded the street, and I prepared to leave the traitors nothing but ashes./1/100382/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251230171704&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Saved Her, I Lost Our Child
For three years, I kept a secret ledger of my husband's sins. A point system to decide exactly when I would leave Blake Santos, the ruthless Underboss of Chicago. I thought the final straw would be him forgetting our anniversary dinner to comfort his "childhood friend," Ariana. I was wrong. The real breaking point came when the restaurant ceiling collapsed. In that split second, Blake didn't look at me. He dove to his right, shielding Ariana with his body, leaving me to be crushed under a half-ton crystal chandelier. I woke up in a sterile hospital room with a shattered leg and a hollow womb. The doctor, trembling and pale, told me my eight-week-old fetus hadn't survived the trauma and blood loss. "We tried to get the O-negative reserves," he stammered, refusing to meet my eyes. "But Dr. Santos ordered us to hold them. He said Miss Whitfield might go into shock from her injuries." "What injuries?" I whispered. "A laceration on her finger," the doctor admitted. "And anxiety." He let our unborn child die to save the blood reserves for his mistress’s paper cut. Blake finally walked into my room hours later, smelling of Ariana’s perfume, expecting me to be the dutiful, silent wife who understood his "duty." Instead, I picked up my pen and wrote the final entry in my black leather book. *Minus five points. He killed our child.* *Total Score: Zero.* I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just signed the divorce papers, called my extraction team, and vanished into the rain before he could turn around./0/86772/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250806155842&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Deadly Obsession.
Aurelio Giovanni is the second in command of THE DARK BULLS, one of the biggest mafia empire in Los Angeles, he's the underboss He ruthless, to him "second chance" doesn't exist in his vocabulary Just like air, one never knows his next move. He can be as calm as a gentle breeze but the next minute, a raging hurricane What happens when he sets eye on 22 years old Amour who's just curious to discover the world around her? "This.. Is just the highest level of my kindness compared to what I can do. Remember this, you're mine! Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to do whatever I want with... No one else... But me" How did both of them meet? What happens when Aurelio claims Amour as his possession?/1/120406/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260616114823&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Capo: Watch Me Shine
For our third wedding anniversary, I wore the thin floral dress my husband demanded and made his favorite traditional broth. I just wanted to be the perfect Mafia wife. But halfway up a freezing mountain, he played a voice message from his secretary. "Leave her on the roadside. Take her phone and coat. Let's see if she crawls back begging on her knees." To my absolute horror, my husband actually pulled over, dragged me out into the dirt, and drove away. He left me at nine degrees below zero. When I nearly died in the snow instead of begging, he launched a vicious smear campaign. He claimed I abandoned him to sleep with the groundskeeper who saved my life. He filed for a Syndicate divorce, demanding my dowry back and threatening to crush my father's business if I didn't surrender. While I scrubbed diner floors to survive, his secretary moved into my penthouse and wore my diamond anniversary necklace. They thought the freezing cold and poverty would break my spirit. They thought I was just a fragile, disposable pawn who would eventually cave to his power. But they didn't know I had the hidden dashcam footage of that night. As I walked into the Mafia Tribunal, I looked at his arrogant face and prepared to show the Dons exactly what kind of coward my husband truly was./0/67061/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526205036&imageMogr2/format/webp)
