Mafia Books for Women
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Faking My Death for the Mafia Don
I was married to Vincent Rossi, the most feared Mafia Don on the East Coast. Two years ago, I secretly donated my bone marrow to save his life after a rival hit. But his mistress, Sophia, stole my medical records and claimed the credit as his savior. She even announced she was carrying his heir. Vincent believed her completely. When I brought him homemade broth at the clinic, he struck me to the floor in front of his armed guards. "A Don does not wait. Least of all for a wife who fails to observe a simple schedule." Later, Sophia deliberately threw herself against a glass table, faked a bloody miscarriage, and pointed her finger at me. Vincent didn't even check the security footage before slapping me across the face and letting Sophia put a massive underworld bounty on my head. I had sacrificed my health and youth for a man who didn't hesitate to let the entire city hunt me down like a traitor. He protected a lying viper while destroying the only woman who ever truly bled for him. So, I set up a dead-man's switch to expose Sophia's fake pregnancy and her affairs with rival soldiers to the entire Commission. Then, I faked my own brutal death by throwing myself off a cliff right in front of his eyes. Let the mighty Don weep over my casket and drown in his regrets, because I am leaving this hell to live for myself./1/102736/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260222080850&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bratva's Bride.
After five brutal years of war between the Italian La Famiglia De Luca and the Mexican La Mano Roja, Capo Ivan De Luca seeks a desperate alliance with Russia's feared Bratva, led by the ruthless Pakhan Sergei Morozov. The Pakhan agrees-but demands a price: a marriage between his heir, Mikhail Morozov, and one of Ivan's daughters. Reluctantly, Ivan accepts, knowing the union could save his famiglia. Mikhail, a half-Russian, half-Cuban heir forged in violence, believes emotion is weakness and mercy a sin. Donatella De Luca, Ivan's sharp-tongued and fearless second daughter, is the last woman who'd bow to any man-least of all a Bratva heir. When Sergei chooses Donatella as the bride, a dangerous game of loyalty, power, and forbidden attraction begins. As war brews and alliances shift, Donatella must decide if she can survive Mikhail's cold world-or melt the heart of the devil himself./0/94132/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106214223&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Five-Year Lie, A Mafia Wife's Vows
For five years, I believed my husband and father when they told me they had executed my cousin for her betrayal. Then I saw her in a clinic, holding the hand of a little boy who had my husband's eyes. My entire marriage was a lie, a conspiracy to keep a Mafia alliance stable while he lived a secret life with her and their son. I was the placeholder wife, and I soon discovered their plan to have me drugged, declared insane, and buried alive in an asylum. So on the night they threw a party to celebrate their perfect family, I sent a gift. A recording of their plot, for our entire world to hear./1/104144/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260206183328&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The mafia's king bride claimed by his obsession.
Dad sold me off to pay a debt to the scariest guy in New York, no less. Damiano Rossi isn't just some mob boss. He's like a hurricane in fancy clothes, a handsome, mean beast who controls everything around him. Except for me. I'm only his wife on paper. I'm still a virgin, and he won't sleep with me, but he also won't let me go, until we did it, and since then, my heart has belonged to him. He's cruel in a sophisticated way. Every night, he brings other girls into our house. I can hear them laughing, whispering things, and making noises of enjoyment. It's a constant reminder that I'm just something he owns, not someone he cares about. He's slowly breaking me, teaching me to obey him by ignoring me, and keeping me locked up with expensive gifts. But even diamonds can be used as a weapon. I said I might give myself to someone else to feel free for once. He reacted by threatening to kill anyone who touched me. He may not want me, but he'll ruin anyone who does. Then Lucas, my first boyfriend, showed up again. He's kind, genuine, and not scared of the monster who owns me. He's willing to fight to set me free. And for the first time, Damiano's cold act slips, and you can see something scary underneath: jealousy, like burning fire, an obsession that won't let go. So here I am, stuck between a messed-up guy who won't love me and a nice guy who can't save me. I'm realizing that the real problem isn't the fight over my heart. It's the hidden enemy, the one no one suspects, that they are plotting and betraying that could screw us all over. I was sold, silenced, and broken. But a girl who has been broken can become a queen that's fearless. And this queen has decided to start her own game where the rules are top secret, the price is blood, and the only way to win is to burn everything to the ground. Get ready for a story packed with risky romance, killer secrets, and a love life that's so rough, it feels like war./0/74265/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250615002527&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Mafia Protector
**SOLD. BETRAYED. CURSED.** Lyra Anderson's uncle didn't just betray her-he sold her to HELL. Orphaned, broken, and stripped of hope, she's now a prized breeder in the Devil's underworld... until her first client walks in. **Vincenzo Van Doren.** The most ruthless Mafia king in history. A monster bound by a blood curse, desperate for an heir. But the moment he sees Lyra, his world shatters. She's not just a breeder-she's his fated mate. And he'll burn empires to claim her. Fate has other plans. Lyra's first shift unleashes an unthinkable truth-she's no ordinary Omega. She's a Dominant, a creature of myth, and now the most hunted woman alive. For Vincenzo's rival, Marcello, she's the ultimate weapon. For Vincenzo, she's the key to his salvation. But when Lyra uncovers a devastating lie-that Vincenzo's love might be nothing but a cold-blooded ruse-her trust evaporates in blood and betrayal. Will she break his curse... or become it? What if some curses can't be broken-they can only be transferred?/1/117911/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260612134517&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Blood on His Hands
I was staring at the black-and-white ultrasound of our baby, waiting to share the joy with the man I had loved for eight years. But Preston walked into the clinic flashing a brand-new solid gold wedding band. He told me he had just married a mafia princess to secure his territory. He demanded I become his secret mistress and keep our unborn child. If I dared to abort his heir, he would pull his protection and leave my father for dead. When I refused and tried to leave him, his new wife orchestrated a federal raid on my father's business. Preston stood by and let it happen, using my family's ruin to force my submission. Driven to absolute despair, my father jumped from the roof of his building. Hours later, my mother suffered a massive, fatal heart attack from the shock. Preston rushed to the emergency room, dropping to his knees and begging for my forgiveness. He cried that he didn't know his wife ordered the hit, claiming he only wanted to scare my father so I would stay. I looked at the man who had promised me the world, my bare feet covered in my own blood, my parents lying dead on steel slabs just steps away. "You have nothing left to threaten me with." Returning to my empty apartment, I bypassed the mafia's digital firewall and uploaded their darkest secrets to the world./0/63784/coverorgin.jpg?v=32cca0a1b8937a65f0a514801c3c509e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Scary Psycho Bad Boy
"P-please d-don't," I said to him fearfully. "Uh huh, let me enjoy tonight, baby," he whispered in my ear. Tears streamed down my face as my body trembled from his presence. I never wanted to wear this to our prom. I didn't choose this. I should have refused back then so none of this would have happened. I knew he'd be angry seeing me in this outfit, but we ran out of time, so I couldn't argue anymore. "Please, Kairus, d-don't, s-stop, please," I begged him. "Shhh, don't test my patience, baby. You know what I can do, right?" he grinned. "N-no, p-please," I cried. "The more you beg, the more I want you," he smirked. He's Kairus Jei Styles, the son of the owner of my school, and he's the bad boy everyone fears. He has friends who are also feared at Styles University. He's the man who raped me and turned my four years in their school into a living hell. I'm Allysiah Quin De Villa, and I was 17 years old when Kairus took control of my life. He was 20 at the time, and I later discovered that he was a terrifying psycho bad boy./1/103519/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223325&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."/0/78802/coverorgin.jpg?v=d516010c9b1c2c9a8eaa06b335e3c736&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Wrong Woman
"Please... I'm not her." But the ropes bite tighter, and the man with dead eyes doesn't flinch. Fortune Daquino was never meant to be here. Mistaken for Emily Carter, she's taken by Zeke Zee Armani, the kingpin, predator, embodiment of danger and desire. What Zeke doesn't know? Fortune can body morph. Things go wrong when the taste of power and blood is addictive, sex is used for revenge and treason is in the air. Now, trapped in Zeke's world where betrayal is a weapon, Fortune must decide who she's willing to become. Because in Zeke's world, no one is innocent. She stole a life. He stole her freedom. But in the end, love demanded blood./1/118537/coverorgin.jpg?v=e40a43daf2b8658810e080c9367db616&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Never Loved Me,Until I Left
For four years, I was the invisible, obedient wife of Zane, the most terrifying mafia Don in the city. Everyone believed I was just a pathetic placeholder. Then his first love, Scarlett, returned. Zane—a man who only handled top-tier Family business—personally stepped into a blood-feud to handle her extraction. Leaked photos showed him shielding her from the rain. At a restaurant, he completely ignored my existence while sitting across from her. Scarlett even cornered me, mocking my one-sided crush. "He only married you as a temporary measure," she sneered. "I want you to be prepared when he discards you." The entire syndicate laughed at my impending downfall. The lower-ranking associates, who had ruthlessly bullied me for years, openly mocked my thin blood and prepared to welcome their true Queen. I suffered through panic attacks in the crushing dark of our penthouse, vomiting until my throat was raw. I had endured their vicious abuse and his cold facade, foolishly craving the scraps of warmth he dropped behind him. Why was I always the indistinct shape in the corner of his life? I refused to wait for him to discard me on his own terms, so I coldly demanded a divorce. But instead of divorce papers, Zane left a thick, black dossier on his desk—meticulous blackmail material on every single associate who had ever made my life a living hell. I slipped into a midnight-black silk gown and headed to the syndicate's lavish wedding gala, ready to burn them all down./0/66131/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526193824&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mafia gay Husband
Aria Romano never imagined her life would turn into a living nightmare. Trapped in a contract marriage to settle her father's debt, she's now tied to Damien Salvatore-the cold, calculating mafia heir who only sees her as a pawn. But there's a catch: Damien is openly gay, and he makes it clear that their marriage is nothing more than a business deal, devoid of love or intimacy. Damien is everything she despises: arrogant, dominant, and utterly untouchable. He wants nothing to do with his new bride, keeping his distance with a scathing indifference that shatters her hopes of any normalcy. Yet as the days turn into months, Aria starts to see cracks in his icy façade, a flash of protectiveness, a rare moment of vulnerability, and a searing gaze that lingers too long. But just when Aria begins to unravel the layers of her enigmatic husband, Luca Moretti, Damien's ex-lover and the ruthless underboss of a rival family, reappears. Luca's obsession with Damien blurs the line between love and hate, and he's determined to destroy anyone who stands in his way, including Aria. Caught in a dangerous game of power, betrayal, and forbidden desire, Aria must navigate a world where trust is a luxury she can't afford. And as Damien's feelings for her grow, she realizes that the most dangerous secret isn't his sexuality or his hidden past-it's that she might actually be falling in love with her mafia gay husband. Will their love survive the lies and betrayals, or will it crumble under the weight of their dangerous secrets?/1/118694/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260604150348&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hidden Heir: Destroying My Arrogant Stepfather
My mother divorced my father, the ruthless Don of the Mafia, to give us a peaceful, normal life. She married Victor, a man who presented himself as the perfect, harmless civilian husband. But the moment they tied the knot, Victor manipulated her into exiling me to a boarding school dorm. He took over my bedroom for his own son and secretly dismissed me as just a "dumb teenager." What my mother didn't know was that her new husband was a desperate rat drowning in cartel debt. He quickly drained her life savings and secretly added his name to our estate's deed, planning to mortgage our home to the underworld. When I refused to let him use my name for his schemes, my mother blindly defended him. "He is your stepfather, show some respect!" I had to stand by and watch this parasite track dirt across my life and steal the very roof that once protected us. He thought I was just an easy obstacle, a helpless kid he could easily trample on to save his own skin. But he forgot whose blood runs in my veins. I stepped out into the cold wind and pulled out my encrypted burner phone. I dialed the man whose mere name is enough to keep the city's police chief awake at night. "Dad," I said to the Boss of the Cosa Nostra. "It is time."/0/67852/coverorgin.jpg?v=c81b599dbfd60f9b9f245eea2ab50410&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Best Friend's Brother: Forbidden Desire
This is a collection of forbidden erotic stories: Book 1: My Best Friend's Brother Book 2: My Best Friend's Sister Book 3: My Best Friend's Father Book 4: Tempted by My Nanny Book 5: My Forbidden Stepdaddy Book 6: My Forbidden Stepbrother ••• "You think I haven't tried to stop wanting you? That I haven't tried to stay away?" He steps closer, eyes darkening as he runs a finger down my arm. "But every time you walk in, every time you look at me... all I can think about is how good it would feel to pin you against that wall and take what's been mine since the first time I saw you." °°°° My job was simple-help my best friend, Elora, and keep my life as normal as possible. What I didn't expect was to be drawn into her family's dangerous world... or to fall for the one person I was supposed to avoid: her older brother, Camden. Camden Andretti is everything I should stay away from-intense, unpredictable, and fiercely protective. But when I witness something I shouldn't have, he's the only one who can keep me safe. The hardest part? Surviving each day with him by my side, forced to face this heat between us. I want him in ways I shouldn't. Need him more than I ever thought possible. And one reckless choice may change everything. Now, I have to face the consequences of a forbidden desire-and survive a world I was never meant to be part of./0/69260/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526224841&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Under The Crimson Veil
Sofia DeLuca has spent her life running from her family's dark legacy, determined to carve out a life of her own. But when her estranged father, a notorious mafia don, is murdered, Sofia is pulled back into the criminal underworld she tried to escape. Standing in her way is Luca Romano, her father's ruthless right-hand man and heir to the empire. As Sofia and Luca work together to uncover the truth behind her father's death, a forbidden romance ignites between them./1/116504/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260519190608&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped By The Mafia King's Secret Obsession
To pay off my late father’s ruinous mafia blood debt, I took a lethal job: acting as a body double for a cloistered Mafia Princess in an arranged marriage meeting. But the man sitting across the polished table was Felix Falcone, the terrifying Underboss—and the boy I secretly loved for three years at our academy. He didn’t recognize me. To him, I was just a pawn for territory. I swallowed my bitter heartbreak, remembering how he once threw my handmade graduation pastries into the trash without a second glance. I tried to play the perfect fake bride, but my treacherous memory betrayed me. I accidentally revealed intimate details about his habits, from his hatred of dark chocolate to the exact make of his tactical pen. My cover was blown. But instead of executing me for the deception, Felix discovered my true identity. His cold indifference instantly morphed into a terrifying, obsessive possessiveness. He abruptly canceled his mafia marriage, trapped me in his corporate empire as his exclusive secretary, and ruthlessly threatened any man who dared to look at me. I was completely suffocated and confused. Why was this ruthless predator—a man who once publicly despised me and viewed unions only as tools for absolute power—now hunting me with such dark, unyielding devotion? Trapped in the shadows of his armored SUV, he leaned in, his scent of cedar and danger wrapping around me as he sent a message demanding my complete surrender. Knowing I could no longer hide, I made my choice and hit send. “There is no need for a hunt, Felix. I surrender.”/1/117912/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260529151030&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Heiress's Ruthless Mafia Comeback
I am the true heiress of the Falcone mafia family. My fiancé, Julian, swore a blood oath to protect me and promised to win my murdered mother's crown for me at the underground auction. But as the auctioneer raised his gavel, Julian bid eleven million dollars—only to place the crown on the head of Chloe, the adopted imposter who stole my life. He publicly stripped me of my succession token just because Chloe shed a few fake tears. When I tried to leave the hall, the three childhood friends I had secretly funded and protected with my life blocked my path. They pushed me down a flight of marble stairs, shattering my knee. When I struggled to stand, they violently wrenched my arm until my shoulder popped from its socket. "Stop playing the sympathy card, Scarlett," they mocked coldly. "You are just faking a theatrical act to steal Julian back." They watched me suffer in agony, completely devoted to Chloe's fragile facade. Even my own father used this humiliation to strip my inheritance and force me into a cheap arranged marriage. I endured the blinding pain of my mangled arm in the dead of night, realizing my years of bleeding for these men meant absolutely nothing. So, I decided to sever the dead weight. I dialed the private number of Dante Vitiello—Julian's deadliest rival in the underworld. "I need a groom in three days," I told him. "In exchange, you get my territory."/0/63472/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250113175549&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The mafia's deadly devotion
Emily's peaceful and quiet life is ruined to devastation in a single day by none other than the devil in disguise. Fuck!, He needs no disguise, he's literally the devil and you can sense that from even a mile away. He stumbled into her life with a loud crash, rocking her entire world, exposing her to the life she has been taught to run away from. Her peaceful life is shattered when he, a ruthless and cunning mafia leader, bursts into her world, exposing her to a life of danger and deception. With his menacing presence and charisma, He draws Emily into a dark realm of crime and passion, forcing her to confront secrets and desires she's long suppressed. As their worlds collide, Emily must navigate the treacherous landscape of his domain, where loyalty is a luxury and survival is the ultimate goal." EXTRACT "You don't listen love do you?". He chuckled darkly. Emily pushed him away with all her strength and picked up a gun from the floor, it belonged to one of the men that Angelo had killed and making sure there was a lot of distance between them, she aimed the gun at him. Her hands were shaking but she would not cower. "You really think that will scare me baby girl?". Angelo laughed, his sinister laughter ringing in her ears as he spoke sadistically. "You're a murderer, first you killed my aunt, now you killed innocent people, how many more will you kill?". Emily screamed, her hand shaking as fear gripped her body. "Do you really wanna know?". Angelo asked, coming closer./1/103520/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223327&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./1/118538/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260603191727&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Fool Buried Them
For twelve years, I trusted my fiancé, the syndicate's ruthless Underboss, and my best friend, Mia. But on the night of my birthday, I found a dark web forum where Mia was bragging about sleeping with him. She posted a picture wearing my custom blood-diamond engagement ring, boasting that they had been sharing a bed for six years. At my grand birthday banquet, they executed their final public humiliation. Lorenzo dropped to one knee in front of hundreds of Capos, but instead of proposing, his velvet box sprayed cheap, sticky frosting all over my face. "It's just a harmless hazing prank I lost to Mia in a bet," he chuckled, brushing confetti from his tailored suit. Looking at his smug face, I remembered the cartel ambush in Palermo. Lorenzo had shielded Mia with his own body and shoved me away, leaving me to suffer a brutal miscarriage alone in a dirty alley. In their leaked chat logs, he callously referred to the heir I lost as a weak mistake. I had protected Mia with my mafia family's name since we were teenagers, and I had loved Lorenzo with all my heart. Why did the two people I trusted most under the sacred code of Omerta treat me like a disposable pawn? I calmly wiped the cloying frosting from my eyes and delivered a brutal, full-force slap across Lorenzo's jaw. Then, I signaled my loyal soldiers to drop the massive projector screen, ready to expose their filthy treason to the entire Family./1/102425/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106222336&imageMogr2/format/webp)
