Mafia Books for Women
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The Vanished Wife's Revenge: No Turning Back
My husband looked at the toxicology report proving the daughter of the Chicago Capo had poisoned my mother. Then, without missing a beat, he looked me in the eye and asked if I wanted to discuss the dinner menu for the gala. That was the moment I realized Dante Vitiello wasn't my savior; he was the devil in a bespoke suit. To protect his precious alliance with Chicago, he buried the truth. When my mother died from the arsenic, he didn't offer comfort. Instead, he forced me to sign annulment papers, claiming I was mentally unstable. He stripped me of my title, my home, and my dignity to marry Sofia Moretti—the very woman who killed my mother—all because she claimed to be pregnant with his heir. I stood in the freezing rain, watching a giant screen in Times Square as he proposed to her. He told the press that Sofia was his hero, the one who saved his life during the ambush in Chicago. He lied. Under my soaked hoodie, the jagged scar on my arm throbbed. I was the one who took that bullet for him. I was the one who stitched myself up in silence so he wouldn't feel indebted to me. He erased my sacrifice to build a throne for his mistress. He thought he had broken me. He thought Elena Vitiello would fade away in a crumbling apartment in Queens. But he forgot one thing: I was the one who built his encrypted laundering network. I held the keys to his entire empire. I threw my wedding ring into the trash can and lit a match. Elena Vitiello died that night. And the woman who rose from the ashes didn't want his love anymore. She wanted his ruin./0/64176/coverorgin.jpg?v=db30834199db3485df97b818fe215b5c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TIED TO AN OUTLAW
Alessandra Benedetti, a young woman renowned for her beauty and preserved innocence, is the daughter of the esteemed consigliere of the Vincenzo Crime Family. Familiarly called Sessie by those who admire her kindness and obedience, she is slated to marry the second son of the Don. She vehemently opposes the union because Tiziano embodies everything she despises in a man, leading her to have a fling. Her brief romance with a classmate is discovered by her father, who takes extreme measures to ensure her purity for her intended husband. Stricken with guilt over her lover's death, Alessandra tries to escape, but her first taste of independence on the streets of Chicago proves deadly, especially given her last name. Alessandra defies her family's teachings by intervening in an assassination plot, saving a man she knows she should have stayed away from-especially since he's a Santoro, a family her own should avoid at all costs. As things spiral out of control, he discovers that the woman he's completely drawn to is the enemy. He should stay away, but he's not willing to let his first shot at something real slip through his fingers. Renzo Santoro finds himself willing to allow his desire for her to grow, even though she's everything he should despise. Alessandra knows better than to defy her family in that regard again, but she's beginning to learn that defiance is the only way to feed her hunger for callous hands, noxious tattoos, leather jackets, and utterly dark eyes. Their worlds are so far apart and should remain that way-if only Renzo would stop appearing at every turn. And Renzo, now obsessed with the startling effect he has on her, is beginning to discover another obsession: everything and anything "Sessie" represents./0/70341/coverorgin.jpg?v=dcb697786c254b59cb11e602c0650146&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Pregnant Bride
"It won't be a straight death from where you're standing." I blink, turning around. "What?" But he doesn't give me a reply. At least not yet. Instead, he takes hold of my arms in his large, gloved hands, and pulls me to him so that we are standing toe to toe. "What are you doing?" I whisper. This new position has brought us closer. So close that if I stand on my toes, and he dips his head down a bit, I'd probably have the best kiss... "If you fall from here, the possibility of you dying immediately is 98% at the very least," He begins as I stare at him with my mouth slightly agape. "Falling from where you stood before is about 35% lesser. You'd die eventually, maybe after a night or two of trying to revive your shattered bones, but not immediately." Having made his point, he steps back from me and climbs down the somewhat elevated platform. "Did you just make way for me to kill myself?" I murmur, feeling like I'm losing my mind all over again. What kind of a man is this? *** Sonia's life is going great one minute and then takes a spin for the worse when she is betrayed, gets pregnant and worse, is told that she will be getting married to Italian mafia heir, Anthony Romero, who doesn't mind raising another man's child. She abhors the idea, but having also recently been disowned by her father, she has no choice but to accept the marriage proposal if she wants protection for herself and her child. But she has questions. Why would a sane man from her world want to raise a child that isn't his? Surely they're ulterior motives in play. *** Anthony Romano gave up on love a very long time ago and swore never to let another woman in. Then in comes this one woman he calls 'wife', breaking down walls he spent years building. But he's not about to let some flimsy feelings get in the way of his one need./1/104084/coverorgin.jpg?v=771898a73dcce57e436f0e22a001feb2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's Regret: Choosing The Wrong Queen
For three years, I was Dante’s shadow, the woman who took a bullet for the heir to New York’s most powerful crime family. I believed him when he said we would rule together. But while I was bleeding for his empire, he was secretly finalizing a merger to marry Sofia, a pristine Mafia Princess. I found the encrypted report on his desk. It didn't describe me as his partner. It called me a "useful shield" and a "necessary diversion" to protect his real bride. When I tried to walk away, he didn't let me go. He humiliated me. Worse, when Sofia staged a fake attack and blamed me to cover her own lies, Dante didn't ask for proof. He dragged me out of my hospital bed, fresh from surgery, and hauled me to the estate fountain. He shoved my head underwater, drowning the woman who had once saved his life, while Sofia watched from the balcony with a smirk. "You touched what is mine!" he screamed, choosing a liar over the soldier who loved him. I left that night, bleeding and broken, vanishing into the storm without a trace. Two years later, I am a celebrated artist in Paris, and the man standing beside me looks at me like I am the sun, not a shield. Dante stands outside my gallery in the freezing rain, looking ruined, begging for a second chance. He tells me he knows the truth now. He tells me he loves me. I look at him, then at the engagement ring on my finger—one given by a man who never had to break me to love me. "I didn't erase our history, Dante," I say, rolling up the car window. "I survived it."/1/109600/coverorgin.jpg?v=71ff3e9baa341820fd8f16a1d5b9fc55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bastard Bride's Vow of Mafia Vengeance
My father arranged a marriage for my half-sister, Emmalee, with Don Damian Griffith, the ruthless "King of New York." But Emmalee, in love with a penniless lawyer, refused and, weeping, pointed at me, the illegitimate daughter, offering me as the sacrifice. My stepmother packed cheap plastic pearls and copper chains, and my father coldly told me to "bleed quietly" if the Don decided to cut me. "Don't think you've won, Isabell," Emmalee hissed, handing me a shimmering emerald gown, the signature color of the Don's volatile mistress-a clear death trap. Why did my own family want me dead? As the armored car pulled away, I dumped the green silk, put on a dress of pure ivory, and fastened our family's stolen midnight-blue sapphires around my neck. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter, but I was walking into the lion's den with a hidden blade./0/78453/coverorgin.jpg?v=53b8292dc8730572d15eb68259074e8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped: Bloody Rose
"Do you feel that, Rose?" He asked in a gruff tone. "The effect I have on you is real. Don't deny it. Don't deny me." Rose's cheeks burn with shame, even though she pushed her bosom more into his hand, seeking the pleasure she knew he could give her. Then, she recalled that they were in a restaurant, and stilled at once, eyes wide, heart thudding wildly, and breathless. "We're in a bar," she told him, her protest sounding weak even to her own ears. "A desert one," he chuckled. She turned around, and saw that the restaurant was indeed vacant, save for them, and Enzo and Stefan who were standing by the door, their backs to them. It was rush hour, and that couldn't have happened, even if the food was terrible - and it wasn't. She understood immediately that the divillish man sitting next to her, who starred in all her fantasies as of late, had ensured that they would have the privacy they needed. For a ruthless mafia boss, he sure could be considerate. ... ... ... ... When Rose meets a mafia boss on one of her night shifts, she thinks he is a peculiar and unpleasant patient whom she would do well to avoid... Little does she know that that encounter is but the beginning to a tumultuous passionate chapter of her life. Risking everything for the man shouldn't be an option... And yet, she soon finds herself caught in his web of sin, desire, and obsession./1/115116/coverorgin.jpg?v=2654e2bc45b4486878c48be9bed1c399&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Don's Runaway Heiress Wife
Three years ago, I used my family's tech empire to marry Damien Moretti, a ruthless mafia Underboss. I naively thought my devotion could melt his frozen heart. But a year ago, he paraded his mistress at our family gala just because she had the face of his dead ex. When my pathetic jealousy boiled over and I stabbed him with a letter opener, he didn't kill me. Instead, he banished me to the freezing, decaying West Wing of his estate. For a whole year, I was locked away like a ghost. He flaunted his mistress, orchestrated a hostile takeover of my family's company, and let his maids treat me like garbage. When I knelt outside his door begging for a divorce, he just gripped my jaw and delivered a death sentence. "The only way you leave this family is in a coffin." The naive girl who begged for his love died in that cold room. I finally realized I was nothing but a profitable ledger entry to him. When he finally opened my door again, expecting to see a broken prisoner, I slapped him across his bleeding face. "The deal is done. I want a divorce." I walked straight out into the freezing Chicago rain, secretly swallowed a bottle of emergency contraceptives to kill any chance of carrying his heir, and prepared to tear up his mafia rules myself./1/109601/coverorgin.jpg?v=68a277f835ccb79e3339d0204156dd4b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth of the Mafia Mistress
My fiancé Jaret Frazier promised to protect me on my nineteenth birthday. By the next year, he had married a Mafia Princess for power and locked me in a hidden apartment as his secret mistress. When his new wife discovered I was pregnant, she didn't file for divorce. She sent her enforcers to my bedside. They held me down while a back-alley butcher tore my unborn son from my womb. Jaret never came to save me. For ten years, I rotted in that gilded cage, watching him use my money to become an Underboss while I faded into a ghost. I died alone, completely erased. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in my own bed, unscarred, the calendar turned back to the year my life was destroyed. Jaret was still just my fiancé, not yet my jailer. And this time, I wouldn't be the one who ended up in a cage./1/113170/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f585cb7c5766188b4e9b8f514b09fb3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bodyguard Who Stole the Mafia Bride
Three hours ago, I was the revered Bianchi princess, standing at the altar in a million-dollar gown to seal New York's most powerful Mafia alliance. Instead, my fiancé Julian Falcone didn't show up, publicly slaughtering our sacred pact for a rising actress and turning me into the laughingstock of the underworld. In a drunken haze of humiliation, I used my silent, lethal bodyguard, Damien Moretti, to numb my pain. But the next morning, he didn't just walk away. He showed me a video of my willing surrender and cornered me. "Marry me. Become Mrs. Moretti." My own father froze my accounts, demanding I get on my knees to beg the cheating Falcone heir for forgiveness, or face a fifty-million-dollar penalty. I was stripped of my assets, betrayed by the man I loved for a decade, and sold out by my own blood. I had no choice but to agree to Damien's marriage of convenience to survive. But what terrified me most was my new husband himself. A mere bodyguard shouldn't carry an invitation-only Centurion black card. A mere bodyguard shouldn't be able to terrify a Mafia heir with a single, murderous look. Who on earth was Damien Moretti? With no money and my back against the wall, I was forced to join a reality show alongside my cheating ex and his mistress. They thought they could continue to humiliate the discarded bride on live television. But they didn't know I was walking into this warzone with a monster at my back./1/113819/coverorgin.jpg?v=6371cb8f1cd94e8bae0fae53e79b5419&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, My Revenge: A Mafia Romance
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over. He moved her into our home under the guise of "family duty," forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows. The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother's priceless necklace. When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her. He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don-an act of war. I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother's grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family. Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began./0/62881/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4b6207a863a9047fea8fe1a25277438&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Poisoned Love: Guns And Roses
What are the odds...? Fuck that! Georgina's life turns upside down because of him. "Are you forcing me to marry you, Mr. Sajavedra?!" "Who told you that running away will save you, hmm? You can't, sweetheart..." Forced to marry a strange man, she found herself trembling because of his irresistible charm. Will she be able to resist him or become his sweetest sin? "Stop insisting on your ideals. You are mine. I know sooner or later you'll love me. I will make sure of that, Georgina." What kind of secrets did Alexandro was hiding? What kind of past Georgina has? Shadows lurking around them will soon fall underneath their feet. Will they ever survive between this turmoil? You want to know more? Check out the story of Georgina and Alexandro Livius./1/121282/coverorgin.jpg?v=54a5535f177026f1fa35ed72459078db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Mercy For My Mafia Fiancé
During a massive syndicate attack, my fiancé, the most ruthless Mafia Capo, locked his grip on my wrist like an iron vice. He desperately wanted to drag me into a corner panic room to protect Bianca, the innocent underworld socialite he secretly obsessed over. In my past life, I saved him with my body—and he rewarded me with a crippled leg, years of disgust, and a push off a cliff. He believed her lies, and he murdered me for them. Opening my eyes again, I was reborn to the exact moment the safehouse was under attack. This time, I let him walk willingly into his own concrete tomb./0/66126/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4c9266a052fe46f1b44df799b57f395&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Clarissa & The Grand Mafia
For readers' discretion. Clarissa & The Grand Mafia contains raw scenes including sex, romance, and violence. Therefore, it is not recommended for people below 18 of age. ^ ^ ^ Determined to save her mother from dying of Cancer, Clarissa agreed to her father's arrangements to marry a money lender she hadn't met before. An abusive husband with no dignity or respect for women. What happens when his identical twin shows up at the house pretending to be Clarissa's husband, only he is an entirely different person in terms of character? Will he save her from the devil of a husband? Or will he take advantage of her broken heart?/1/120309/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff4108acbd6c3e210abc661854309047&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mafia Boss: Watch Me Shine
For three years, I played the fool, sacrificing my dignity to drag Luca back from the abyss so he could inherit the Falcone Family. But at his grand swearing-in banquet, the woman he claimed as his own wasn't me. It was my illegitimate half-sister, Elena. To please her, he laced my soup with poison and watched his men mock my agony. When my mother was dying in the ICU and desperately needed my medical signature, Elena's enforcers pinned me to the floor of an underground fighting ring. "Perform your jester routine, Claire. Make me laugh," Elena taunted. Crying, I begged Luca to save my mother. But he just looked at me with cold disgust, wrapped his arms around Elena, and kissed her passionately right in front of me. Driven by blinding desperation, I smeared filthy clown makeup on my face and tore my dignity to shreds just to beg for a merciful laugh. But it was too late. Because of their twisted games, my mother flatlined and suffocated to death alone. I didn't understand how eighteen years of blind devotion and three years of keeping him alive amounted to nothing, or why he so easily believed Elena's fabricated lies to destroy my life. Staring at my ruined, painted face on the cold floor outside the hospital morgue, the last trace of my love for him turned to ash. I wiped away the greasepaint, downloaded the hidden evidence of their crimes, and dialed an independent federal lawyer. "I am breaking Omertà. File the lawsuit."/1/116741/coverorgin.jpg?v=d7dff529282f69e9099fa2c03136a6ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ashes: The Vengeful Mafia Bride
I worshipped the mafia Don for ten years, believing my devotion could tame his cold heart. But as my organs failed in a freezing underground clinic, a text message illuminated my phone. "Camilla needs a blood transfusion for the baby. You are the only match. Bleed for her, or I will slaughter your father." I stared at the screen from the man I loved, my heart shattering. To protect his civilian mistress, Gabriel had caged me and authorized a medical procedure that permanently stripped me of my ability to bear children. Camilla had faked miscarriages to frame me, playing the innocent victim while secretly poisoning my name. Now, she was actually pregnant, and Gabriel was willing to drain my dying body to save her. Because of my blind love, my Capo father went to war for me, which cost him his territory, his men, and ultimately his life. I died in that clinic, completely drained and discarded like trash. Until my last breath, I didn't understand. Why did my decade of absolute loyalty mean nothing? Why did I let my family's legacy burn for a man who only saw me as a blood bag? When I gasped and opened my eyes, the fatal cold was gone. I was standing in the center of the Syndicate's grand hall, holding the ceremonial silver dagger that would bind me to him all over again. I was twenty again. This time, I looked at the dagger, smiled, and prepared to hand him a bride who would tear his empire apart from the inside out./1/105386/coverorgin.jpg?v=6580b39ff1a5a579127fab6ff1e18d0e&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./0/91435/coverorgin.jpg?v=2def01ac87bf4cc2ede04073d9c9ce5c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Underworld to Crown
My fiancé, Richard Ahmed, had been unfaithful. His mistress, Eva Marsh, sent me a provocative video. In the video, Richard and Eva were passionately kissing, while his friends cheered loudly, "You two are perfect for each other. You should get married." Richard's parents were holding Eva's hand, saying, "You're the only one we see as part of the family." I let out a cold laugh and dialed the number of my father, the head of a criminal syndicate. "Get in touch with a team for me. I have a live stream event planned." "Alright. The condition is that you return to Zlomont and become the new head of the Brooks Group."/1/120311/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0e966eae3f9d826e8241c4cb63c158f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Mafia: The Surgeon He Discarded
I was the wife of Dante Cavalli, the most ruthless mafia Don in the country. But today, his Underboss slid mandatory annulment papers across my hospital bed, ordering me to dissolve our marriage. In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged them not to abandon me. I spent the next thirty years locked in Dante's massive penthouse, waiting for a man who bathed the streets in blood but never gave me a single drop of warmth. My aristocratic mother-in-law stripped me of every cent, leaving me completely isolated. I foolishly threw away a brilliant surgical career to be a submissive, obedient mafia wife. In the end, Dante never came to see me, and I died entirely alone in that massive, empty bed. Until my last breath, my chest was suffocated by a lifetime of regrets. I couldn't understand why I had sacrificed my freedom and my scalpels for a man who would only feel a twisted guilt decades after I was already a cold corpse. Opening my eyes again, Fate had dragged me back to the exact day my nightmare truly began. Matteo stood at the foot of my bed, clearly expecting my usual pathetic tears. "Take your time to think about it." This time, I didn't cry or beg for my life. I just picked up the fountain pen, signed my name, and walked out to reclaim the scalpel I had abandoned./0/74564/coverorgin.jpg?v=001e65d84bc53bd8c0c01a72d69780ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
