Mafia Books for Women
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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=8f7a24c3ec56222e27f6c0a9beeecfba&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=fd02ea1522e629bfdfd0199677cdc0dc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Tainted Lover's Cold Comeback
I was Grayson Deleon' s secret weapon and his lover. I took a bullet for him, saved him from a cartel, and in return, he promised me a secret marriage, a life where it would always be us. But on the night of my secret Juilliard graduation, I watched from the wings as he got down on one knee for my best friend, Camilla. He called her "pure," a word he used to contrast with my "taint" from the cartel rescue. A leaked video later proved this wasn't just a betrayal; it was a conspiracy. I heard them laughing about their "perfectly executed plan" to get rid of me, the "distraction." The man whose life I had saved had orchestrated my public humiliation, discarding me because of the very scars I earned for him. My world was ashes, but from them, something cold and hard formed. I made a single call to a heritage network I'd been using to find my lost family. It was time to disappear and never be his secret again./0/97732/coverorgin.jpg?v=eb8a64b83a8ad7b3827f7653b49a5eca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Obsidian Heart
Ten years ago, Rocco Valeriano made a choice. He chose the crown of a crime boss over the innocent light of his first love, Eliza Hawthorne. He forced her to run, believing it was the only way to save her from the darkness that consumed him. Now, she's back, an acclaimed artist unwittingly stepping into the crosshairs of a city still echoing with the Valeriano name. Rocco, the ruthless and enigmatic head of the Valeriano family, rules his empire with an iron fist and a heart forged in shadows. But Eliza's return shatters his carefully constructed world, exposing the raw vulnerability he thought long buried. He'll stop at nothing to protect her, even if it means dragging her back into his orbit, controlling her life with velvet chains, and becoming the monster she always feared Eliza, fierce and independent, resists his possessive power at every turn. She wants her freedom, her art, and a life untouched by his dangerous world. Yet, as threats from rival families close in, she finds herself trapped in a gilded cage of his making, forced to confront the impossible truth: the only man who can keep her safe is the one who broke her heart, and the only way to survive might be to surrender to the darkness within his 'Obsidian Heart.' Can two souls, irrevocably changed by fate and choice, find redemption amidst a storm of violence, loyalty, and a love that refuses to die? Or will their dangerous game consume them both, leaving only ashes where a burning passion once stood?/0/68948/coverorgin.jpg?v=d850a66628145eb7eab6119e9eb3b907&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The mafia's unwanted wife
Donna Kent has always fought for her freedom, clawing her way to the top as an independent fashion designer. But her world comes crashing down when she's forced into a contract marriage to the city's most ruthless mafia boss, Conner Todd, to settle her late father's debts. Conner is a man who takes what he wants, and now, Donna is his-bound to him by a contract she had no choice but to sign. Cold and possessive, he sees her as nothing more than a pawn in his game of power and revenge. But what starts as a battle of wills turns into something far more dangerous when sparks fly between them. When Donna discovers she's pregnant from a heated, reckless night before their marriage, the stakes soar. Now, she must navigate the treacherous waters of love, lies, and betrayal while fighting to protect her unborn child from the dark world Conner drags her into. But Conner has secrets of his own-secrets that could destroy them both. And when enemies from his past resurface, Donna becomes the perfect target in a deadly game of vengeance. Can love survive in a world where loyalty is fragile, danger is everywhere, and trust is the ultimate risk? Or will Donna's fight for freedom tear them apart forever?/0/73172/coverorgin.jpg?v=c414e755101536fc4e94d5dfdefc2eb5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Christiano's Angel
Miss wanna-be journalist, Cassandra Thorne, would do anything for the scoop. Anything, including finding her way into an underground club exclusive to only those in the Genovese Mafia and the beautiful women they employ. What could be more perfect? She would stick to the shadows, record a few videos, and write the biggest story New York has ever seen, thereby making her a legend. Easy as pie. Until she got found out. A series of blatant lies and luck breaks later, and she's mistaken for one of the workers underneath. While many might be terrified of this, Cassandra couldn't be more excited. The freedom to roam the area and talk to all the members of the infamous brotherhood will leave no rock unturned. All she had to do was keep her cover until the night is over and the workers go home. But there were just two problems: One was him, Christiano Genovese. The Don. The Godfather. The one damned man who had taken a keen interest in Cassandra. Even that was something she could handle for one night. Except for problem number two: They don't leave. Not at the end of the night, the end of the week, or even the end of the year. By the time Cassandra realized that not even the biggest scoop is worth the price, she was in far too deep to call it quits now.![After a Night with a Hot Nightclub Owner [Completed]](https://cos-enres.cdreader.com/site-322(new)/0/59562/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After a Night with a Hot Nightclub Owner [Completed]
“Not here, precious. Not like this.” His other hand wrapped around my neck and he pressed his forehead against mine. “I will have you beneath me. In a bed. Where I can adore you properly.” His statement was a promise. A sensual threat that had me itching to make it come to pass. But I had to get to work. And he was right. A fast fuck in the bubble room would not nearly be enough for what I wanted with Hudson. No, needed. Hudson was far from what I wanted. But I’d gone beyond that now. I had to have him, bad for me though he may be. *** Stalking and restraining orders are a thing of Alayna Wither's past. With her MBA newly in hand, she has her future figured out --move up at the nightclub she works at and stay away from any guy who might trigger her obsessive love disorder. A perfect plan. But what Alayna didn't figure on is Hudson Pierce, the new owner of the nightclub. He's smart, rich, and gorgeous --the kind of guy Alayna knows to stay away from if she wants to keep her past tendencies in check. Except, Hudson's fixed his sights on her. He wants her in his bed and makes no secret of it. Avoiding him isn't an option after he offers a business proposition she can't turn down and she's drawn further into his universe, unable to resist his gravitational pull. When she learns Hudson has a dark history of his own, she realizes too late that she's fallen for the worst man she could possibly get involved with. Or maybe their less than ideal pasts give them an opportunity to heal each other and finally find the love their lives have been missing./1/103521/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec631550b97a569db7bc5486df7fb0ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Mafia King's Runaway
I watched my husband, the most feared Capo in New York, sign away our marriage with the same cold indifference he usually reserved for ordering a hit. The nib of his Montblanc pen scratched against the paper, drowning out the rain hitting the coffee shop window. He didn't bother to read a single word. He thought he was signing routine shipping manifests for the family business. In reality, he was signing the "Dissolution of Union" papers I had hidden beneath the cover sheet. He was too distracted to check. His eyes were glued to his encrypted phone, frantically texting Sofia—the widow, the tragic beauty, the woman who had haunted our marriage for three years. "Done," he grunted, tossing the stack into his armored SUV without even glancing at me. "Business is concluded, Elena. We leave." Moments later, his phone rang with her special emergency tone. His demeanor shifted from cold boss to frantic protector instantly. "Driver, divert. She needs me," he roared. He looked at me with zero affection and ordered, "Get out, Elena. Luca will take you home." He kicked me out of the car into the pouring rain to rush to his mistress, completely unaware he had just legally granted me my freedom. I stood on the curb, shivering but smiling for the first time in years. By the time the Don realizes he just signed his own divorce, I will be a ghost in San Francisco. And he will have nothing left but his shipping logs and his regret./1/114472/coverorgin.jpg?v=f38aeb7dc3c607c8bf408f9d628018b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex-Husband's Regret, My Freedom
I'd lived as a mafia queen, ruling with quiet strength, only to discover my entire life was a lie. My husband, Dante, secretly divorced me three years ago, then married our timid nanny. I wasn't just betrayed; I was a dead ex-wife walking, a ghost in my own home. A mafia daughter, I expected routine at Rossi's law firm. But Rossi, pale and sweating, handed me an envelope: Dante's divorce judgment, signed three years ago, and his marriage certificate to Gia, our nanny. Truth slammed me: Gia poisoned me for years, causing infertility, making her bastard son the sole heir. Hidden, I watched her force Dante, the Underboss, to kneel, drink hallucinogenic tea, and profess devotion. She smirked. This was calculated murder: my existence, my legacy. Rage burned, but clarity struck: disappear, or vanish into the Long Island Sound. From a hidden phone, I called Luca, the underworld's elite cleaner. "I need a top-tier scrub. Target is myself," I commanded. "Get me out of this hell. I'd rather die than be his taxidermy specimen."/0/70044/coverorgin.jpg?v=eef14c4e45457649e6f54ec036f65c67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rescued by the mafia lord
In the city of Milan, a woman named Rosetta is on the run from deadly enemies and her own dark past. Nicholas, a powerful Mafia leader, saves her from certain death, but their forbidden attraction sparks a dangerous game of loyalty, secrets, and betrayal. As Rosetta uncovers her true identity and confronts her troubled legacy, she finds herself entangled in a world of organized crime and treacherous forces that threaten to destroy her. Can their love withstand the deadly world of rival families, hidden loyalties, and the secrets that refuse to stay buried?/1/116506/coverorgin.jpg?v=cec867ee481280cf1b43282a37c44f01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Substitute Bride: Taming The Masked Mafia Don
I was dragged back from the countryside by my father for one purpose: to be a sacrificial lamb. He ordered me to marry the mafia Don Damien Valachi in place of my sister. Everyone in the underworld knew that this Don's brides never saw the light of the next day. My stepmother put on a fake smile and took my hand, calling it an "honor"; my sister hid behind her, unable to conceal the gleam of triumph in her eyes. I smiled coldly and held up two fingers: "Twenty million dollars. Now." My father tried to play tricks, planning to take back the money from my trust fund after I died, but I had someone transfer every cent out before the wedding, leaving him a zero balance. The next day, the wedding car pulled up to the Valachi estate. The butler ordered the driver to use the service entrance-it seemed my groom didn't think I was worthy of the front gate. I got out and switched to an armored vehicle. I floored the accelerator, crashing straight through the estate gates. The gates shattered, and I didn't stop until I reached the main steps. I jumped out, the heel of my shoe crushing a broken iron railing, and shouted: "The bride is here." I looked up, scanning every window until my gaze stopped on one dark pane. I knew Damien was watching. I brushed the dust off my skirt, raised my voice a notch, and smiled: "What, the Don of the Valachi family doesn't dare come out to meet his new wife?"/0/53462/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240307114308&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadows Over Brooksdale
"Shadows Over Brooksdale" weaves a gripping tale set against the backdrop of a city ensnared by the clutches of organized crime. At the heart of this narrative is Antonio Moretti, the young and ambitious new Don of the Moretti crime family, who seeks to expand his inherited empire amidst a landscape fraught with danger and betrayal. As Antonio navigates the treacherous waters of the underworld, he faces a formidable adversary in Viktor Kozlov, the ruthless leader of a rival gang determined to usurp the Moretti's dominion. The story unfolds through a series of intricate plots and alliances, as Antonio and Kozlov engage in a deadly chess game for control over Brooksdale's criminal underworld. The tension escalates when Detective Sarah Jennings, a determined officer with a personal vendetta against organized crime, enters the fray. Jennings' quest for justice leads her to deploy an informant within the Moretti ranks, setting the stage for a series of events that will forever alter the lives of those involved. As alliances form and betrayals surface, the battle for supremacy reaches a fever pitch, culminating in a violent confrontation that shakes the very foundations of Brooksdale's criminal hierarchy. Amidst the chaos, Jennings' undercover efforts to dismantle the syndicates from within add a layer of complexity to the narrative, blurring the lines between right and wrong. "Shadows Over Brooksdale" is a story of power, loyalty, and redemption, exploring the depths to which individuals will go to protect their empire, seek justice, and find a sense of belonging in a world governed by shadows. It is a tale that delves into the heart of darkness within the human soul, examining the consequences of ambition unchecked by morality. As the dust settles, the characters and the city of Brooksdale emerge forever changed, standing at the threshold of a new dawn, one that promises hope yet whispers the eternal presence of shadows./0/94136/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4b7c79a6bae7477edfcffae51d5699a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Wife, Unfit For An Heir
The day my husband, a Mafia Underboss, told me I was genetically unfit to carry his heir, he brought home my replacement—a surrogate with my eyes and a working womb. He called her a "vessel" but paraded her as his mistress, abandoning me while I bled on the floor at a party to protect her and planning their secret future in the villa he once promised me. But in our world, wives don't just walk away—they disappear, and I decided to orchestrate my own vanishing act, leaving him to the ruin he so carefully built for himself./1/117915/coverorgin.jpg?v=961d97e14eb11ddfaa6856bc882464af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Took My Ear,I Took His Empire
While I looked at the sonogram of our unborn child, my husband-the Don of the Falcone syndicate-handed me a blood-stained business card and ordered me to have an abortion. He claimed our five-year marriage was a lie, a meticulously crafted pageant designed to keep me compliant while he secretly wed the girl I had rescued from a trafficking ring years ago. He shoved a wad of cash into my chest, mocking me for being the daughter of the woman who destroyed his family, and told me to get the procedure done so I could return home to cook dinner for his new bride. When I tried to beg for the man I thought I knew, he laughed, shoved me into the path of his armored SUV, and left me bleeding on the pavement to be collected like refuse. As I lay in the dirt, my phone buzzed with a message from his top Capo, celebrating the end of the Don's five-year deep-cover performance with the "mistress's daughter." I stared at the screen, the agony of my physical wounds eclipsed by the realization that my entire existence had been a sadistic game of vengeance. I needed to know how deep this betrayal went and exactly how much of my body he had already stolen for his sick loyalty tests. With my mother's help, I exposed his family's darkest secrets to the world, and as the sirens wailed, I jumped from the balcony to ensure he would never own me again./0/93824/coverorgin.jpg?v=e428b2a25fc0608fb691fda76fbca65a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touch me please: A Dark Mafia Romance
After his wife's death, Enzo Romano swore his heart was buried with her. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. But when duty forces him into a contract marriage with innocent Arianna, the girl who secretly adores him, she finds herself falling for a man who will never love her back. Because Enzo's body may betray him... but his heart still belongs to the dead. Damn, you're delicious," he murmured into her mouth. "You taste like a goddess." She heard the sound of his belt buckle, and her frantic heart stopped because she knew what was coming. "Damn, I need to be inside you," he declared with a hint of desperation that she loved. She reacted and helped him free himself from his pants because she needed it, too, and she needed it now. But when his member was finally free, and she felt him position himself, his gaze wandered for a moment to a spot behind them. It was only for a second, but that second was enough to see how the entire expression on his face transformed. The desire froze, and instead of the fiery, passionate man from a moment ago, he was that block of ice he usually was again. He took two steps back and looked down. She sat up, confused. "What's wrong?" she asked, baffled. He tensed his jaw and shook his head while zipping up his pants again. A whirlwind of emotions crowded her chest and got stuck in her throat. "Enzo," she called out, but he didn't respond. He bent down to pick up his shirt and walked toward his room without looking at her. "Enzo!" she yelled, but he ignored her and entered his room, slamming the door. She was left on the island, naked, not understanding anything. All the fire went out, giving way to a sadness that settled in her heart. He rejected her. Enzo rejected her./0/94137/coverorgin.jpg?v=63dc93f4a76f36dd9d677c4106e3d708&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Pet Becomes The Mafia Queen
When I was eight, Dante Moretti pulled me from the fire that killed my family. For ten years, the powerful crime boss was my protector and my god. Then, he announced his engagement to another woman to unite two criminal empires. He brought her home and named her the future mistress of the Moretti family. In front of everyone, his fiancée forced a cheap metal collar around my neck, calling me their pet. Dante knew I was allergic. He just watched, his eyes cold, and ordered me to take it. That night, I listened through the walls as he took her to his bed. I finally understood the promise he’d made me as a child was a lie. I wasn't his family. I was his property. After a decade of devotion, my love for him finally turned to ash. So on his birthday, the day he celebrated his new future, I walked out of his gilded cage for good. A private jet was waiting to take me to my real father—his greatest enemy./0/72236/coverorgin.jpg?v=761515c8cefab670ab23000ab5af830d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HAVING THE MAFIA LORD'S TWINS
Clara Davidson, a maid in the Green mansion, has a run-in with her drunken master/boss; they spend a night together, and she ends up knocked up and pregnant with twins. She lives in hiding because this boss of hers is the head of a dangerous mafia. News of her pregnancy spreads like wildfire within the camp of her boss's enemies, and they take her hostage. Antonio Green, the most powerful young drug lord and mafia king, hears of this and takes it as a threat. He decides to teach his opponents a lesson-'Never mess with Antonio.' His advisers and right-hand men warn against this, as he'll be risking his whole empire just because of a poor wench. Will he heed advice? Or will this poor wench be the downfall of Antonio's undefeatable dynasty?/1/114005/coverorgin.jpg?v=166b05ab4a87c4aebe06bc9177227cbb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
