Mafia Books for Women
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Owned by the Mafia King
Isabella Romano is forced into marriage with Dante Moretti, the ruthless and feared Mafia King of Italy, to save her family from financial and political ruin. From the start, Dante makes it clear that she is nothing but his possession, a pawn in his dangerous world. Their marriage is cold, filled with tension and unspoken desire, as Isabella struggles to adjust to a life surrounded by guns, blood, and secrets. She resents him but is drawn to him, and despite his cruel exterior, Dante protects her fiercely, showing rare glimpses of vulnerability that confuse her heart. Their attraction grows, a slow burn turning into fiery passion, but Dante fights his feelings, convinced that love is weakness. Meanwhile, danger closes in as a failed assassination attempt makes Dante suspect a traitor inside his own family. The situation worsens when Rossi, a dangerous rival with a personal vendetta against Dante, targets Isabella, kidnapping her to lure Dante into a trap. Dante unleashes his most ruthless side, killing anyone who stands in his way, and rescues her in a bloody showdown. Rossi dies, but before his last breath, he reveals that someone very close to Dante was helping him. The betrayal shakes the Moretti empire. Dante begins a merciless hunt for the traitor while growing more protective and possessive of Isabella. She, once a pawn, starts proving her strength, standing up to Dante and even helping him uncover secrets. Their bond deepens, breaking down Dante's emotional walls, though he still refuses to openly admit love. The truth finally explodes when the traitor is revealed to be Marco, Dante's own cousin, who has allied with a rival mafia family to take the throne. Marco kidnaps Isabella, forcing Dante to choose between surrendering his empire or losing her. Instead of bowing to the betrayal, Dante declares war, igniting a brutal mafia conflict that leaves cities burning and bodies falling. Through the chaos, Isabella refuses to remain a helpless hostage-her courage and intelligence help Dante turn the tables on his enemies. Their love, once forbidden and hidden, becomes a powerful weapon as Dante finally admits he cannot live without her. In the final war, Dante kills Marco in a violent showdown, reclaiming his position as the undisputed Mafia King. With his enemies destroyed and his empire stronger than ever, he openly claims Isabella not just as his wife, but as his queen. Their love, born from fire and blood, seals their reign over the criminal underworld. And in his final vow to her, Dante promises that no one will ever dare touch what belongs to him again./1/104089/coverorgin.jpg?v=67a69937ad397a23f3d4f0c9a2b324fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By Contract To The Ruthless Don
I threw a latte on the most dangerous man in New York and lived to tell about it. Dante Vitiello. The Capo dei Capi. A man rumored to cut out tongues for interrupting his dinner. Instead of a bullet to the brain, he handed me a black card and a terrifying ultimatum. "I need a fiancée," he told me, his eyes dead cold. To save my failing journalism career and my life, I signed a contract with the devil. I had to wear his massive diamond ring, smile for the cameras, and pretend to be the love of his life to stop a political mafia marriage. The rules were clear: Absolute obedience. Total exclusivity. And absolutely no feelings. But the performance started to feel dangerous. When a rival Don insulted me at a gala, Dante didn't just play the part—he threatened to butcher him in front of three hundred people. When I saw the jagged scars on his chest in the dead of night, I didn't see a monster; I saw a lonely protector. My investigation was supposed to expose him, but I was the one getting stripped bare. Then his cousin Rocco stormed in, calling me a disposable whore and a temporary pawn. I stood my ground, defending not just myself, but Dante too. Dante looked at me then, not as an asset, but as a woman he wanted to devour. He stepped closer, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. "I think we are going to have a problem with the clause about 'no feelings'."/0/66453/coverorgin.jpg?v=60e5e890be24e19868377ff0098f2bab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SURRENDER
After being unwillingly pulled into the underworld of the mafia and seduction, Alessia's forced marriage to Leonardo Reigns also known as the Devil' their marriage soon becomes a deadly waltz of lust and deception. But as they circle each other, secrets and temptation fuel the flames. With every surrender, Alessia risks losing herself to Leonardo's alluring darkness. Will their twisted love be her salvation or her damnation?"/1/120312/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f82d94036c381716832dfd236f66195&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken But His: The Don's Hidden Amputee
I made my living playing background piano in underground speakeasies to pay off my fugitive father’s blood debt. Tonight, I had exactly ten seconds to make sure my floor-length velvet gown completely concealed the fact that I no longer had legs. The VIP doors swung open, and the most ruthless mafia Don in the city walked in—Killian Vitiello, the boy I loved a decade ago. He didn't know my legs were crushed by rival soldiers on the very night he took his blood oath. Instead of a reunion, he pulled a beautiful woman in a red silk dress to his side and coldly introduced her as his fiancée. "The rumors of you being a desperate opportunist at least explain why you vanished without a word," he sneered, looking at my threadbare clothes. He publicly disavowed my existence to the entire underworld, leaving me to be hunted by rival factions. While he built his empire, I was crawling in the freezing rain to reattach my heavy metal prosthetic, watching my mother descend into fatal madness from our crushing poverty. I swallowed the bitter ash of my ruined life and let him believe I was a traitorous gold digger. I would rather he hate me forever than let my mutilated body become a fatal weakness to his throne. So, after my mother died, I packed a single bag and fled the country to disappear for good. But I didn't know that on the very day I left, Killian kicked down the door of an illicit underground clinic and finally opened my ten-year-old medical file./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."/1/120961/coverorgin.jpg?v=f445cdf8837ee5633b6a8c449782829d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows: The Mafia Queen Escapes
I married Julian, the city's most ruthless Mafia Don, trading my freedom and body just to keep my dying sister alive. But when Elena needed an emergency surgery, Julian coldly denied the three hundred thousand dollars. "Submit the request to Serena. She handles all financial approvals," he dismissed me, knowing full well his secretary despised me. Serena intentionally stalled the funds, mocking my desperation while Julian rewarded her with a sacred blood-diamond heirloom meant only for the Mafia Queen. While they laughed over wine at a high-end restaurant, I watched my fragile sister pull her own life-support tubes to free me from my mafia enslavement. The devastating shock ripped through my abdomen, and in a horrific pool of blood on the clinic floor, I miscarried Julian's unborn heir. Even then, Julian's only message was a cold threat, demanding I drop to my knees and apologize to Serena for my attitude. I stared at the flatlining monitor, my soul completely hollowed out. I was his wife, yet he had casually handed the power of life and death over my only family to a malicious subordinate who wanted me replaced. I didn't shed another tear. I surgically cleared the tragic remains of my pregnancy, packed the bloody tissue into a sealed medical cooler along with my signed severance papers, and had it delivered straight to the Don's mahogany desk before vanishing into the night./0/78134/coverorgin.jpg?v=2406a4251939fac397643cf69c0ca766&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MAFIA'S RELUCTANT EMPRESS
Her father's blood made her a queen. Her enemy's son made her vulnerable. When Sophia Ricci is shot from academic to crime of boss after her father's murder. She must master a brutal underworld. That believes women can rule. Her unexpected alliance with Marco Salvatore, her family's greatest enemy and the city's most notorious playboy- ignites a dangerous attraction neither can afford. As Sophia hunts for her father's killer, she unearths a devastating possibility. The man warned her bed may have blood on his hands. In a world where power is taken, never given to, the new Queen Of The Underworld must decide what she's willing to sacrifice; is it her heart or her crown:?/0/68725/coverorgin.jpg?v=350e44f47709a44b4f40b1e831e9a314&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Captured And Claimed By The Mafia Don
"I'm wanted, Kimberly. Wanted by the Mafia..." Those were my father's final words before he died in my arms. Moments later, I saw those legs step out of the shadows, marking the beginning of my nightmare. Leonardo Fiore, a cold Mafia Don,who is determined to use Kimberly as a tool in his game for power. His world is cruel and his words are like ice. "There's no love here, Kimberly," he whispered. It's not part of the deal." But Kimberly isn't one to accept whatever fate brings, without a fight. "If your love is not part of the deal, I'll make it mine to claim" she declared, feisty, crashing her lips onto his. As tension arises, Kimberly must decide : will she melt Leonardo's icy heart or lose herself trying to survive in his dangerous world?/1/116744/coverorgin.jpg?v=27288c50dab83aa971acf2224e513300&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Mafia King
I was burning with a 104-degree fever when my mafia boss husband's mistress sent an emergency code, claiming he was bleeding out. Too weak to stand, my mother-in-law took the medical supplies into the hurricane for me, only to be killed in a rival hit-and-run. I dragged my sick body across enemy lines to finish the delivery, only to find my husband laughing with his mistress in his office. "It was just a loyalty test to see how fast you'd react," she sneered. When I told him his mother died for their sick game, he refused to believe me. He called me a manipulative liar and threw me out into the freezing rain. Days later, he tracked me down to the family mausoleum. Believing his mistress's lies that we were just faking the death to steal his money, he snatched his mother's urn from my hands and maliciously smashed it to dust. He even shoved me so hard against the stone altar that I miscarried our unborn child. I watched the gray ashes scatter over his expensive shoes, my heart turning to ice. How could the man I loved be so blind, choosing a cheap mistress over his own mother's life and his wife's devotion? When the police finally arrived to confirm his mother's tragic death and the mistress's betrayal was exposed, he fell to his knees in the dirt, weeping and begging for my forgiveness. But I just smiled, demanded my divorce, and walked away./1/113824/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5317f4669c2d06bb8a4ea97e58c8482&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Comatose Wife's Billionaire Family Comeback
I was trapped in a locked-in state for six months, fully conscious but unable to move a single muscle. My step-family, Delma and Jazmyne, marched into my hospital room, forged a Do Not Resuscitate order, and yanked out my oxygen tube just to stop paying my medical bills. When my three-year-old daughter, Amari, leaped out from under the bed to protect me, they beat her mercilessly. They kicked my tiny girl in the stomach, smashed a heavy metal IV pole into her fragile shoulder, and dragged her out by her ankles. They even tied her to a tree in their backyard and let a massive Rottweiler tear into her flesh, laughing as they recorded her agonizing screams. I lay in that hospital bed, hearing every blow and every desperate cry. I didn't understand why they had to torture an innocent toddler just because they thought I was a worthless piece of trash with amnesia. A tidal wave of absolute fury crashed against the invisible walls of my paralyzed body, burning away the despair. Gritting my teeth until my jaw popped, I forced my dead weight off the mattress and dragged my atrophied legs across the freezing floor to a landline. With trembling, bloody fingers, I punched in a twelve-digit military-grade encrypted code. It was time for my real family—the most powerful men in the country—to make these monsters pay./1/120313/coverorgin.jpg?v=6aba0b2069e7245ab7d816fe72edeb5f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows: The Mafia Queen's Revenge
For eight years, I stood by Dante's side as the undisputed Queen of the Cosa Nostra, reigning over a network of blood as his deadliest soldier. But the ruthless Don who once forced me to execute my fiancé suddenly brought home a supposedly pure civilian girl. "He cannot stand the smell of blood on your hands anymore. He wants a clean life," she sneered. Dante immediately turned his back on me, allowing his fragile new trinket to mock my murdered parents and parade around my penthouse. He even bought my mother's stolen diamond bracelet and my father's signet ring at an underground auction, just to gift them to her as an apology. When I finally drew my blade, the man who once swore to protect me pinned me to the floor, aiming a loaded gun at my head to protect his pregnant new bride. He poured millions into building a grand Catholic cathedral to wash his hands clean, and sent me a gilded wedding invitation to flaunt his legitimate dynasty. I couldn't understand how the monster who claimed we were soulmates forged in darkness could suddenly crave redemption. I understood even less why he now despised the very ruthlessness he had spent eight years systematically cultivating in me. So, on the day of his grand wedding, I kicked open the cathedral doors in a blood-red dress, drew the silver dagger he had gifted me, and drove it straight into his chest./1/120962/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d266e0efa211adbea23ffb2e3b74eda&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret, Underboss
For two years, my world was circumscribed by the biometric lock on our penthouse and silent prayers for my husband, Vincenzo, the most feared Underboss of the Cosa Nostra. But when he finally returned from a brutal three-week smuggling route, he tossed me a cheap five-dollar tourist scarf, while his ex-lover Camilla flaunted the flawless pearl necklace he had just bought her. He abandoned me with a bleeding hand to rush to her side, ignored my severe medical emergencies to comfort her over trivialities, and publicly humiliated me at a Syndicate banquet by seating her in my rightful place at the head of the table. Camilla cornered me in the powder room, her fragile victim facade dropping instantly as she smirked at my reflection. "The thing a powerful man fears most isn't a wife who screams. It's a useless one who refuses to bow out gracefully." I endured his blatant disrespect and broken Omertà, wondering why my unwavering loyalty meant nothing compared to the manipulative tears of a woman who was actively leaking his classified safehouse coordinates. I didn't understand why he treated his sacred vows like garbage, eagerly feeding her Syndicate intel just to play the big, strong hero while leaving me to face cartel death threats entirely alone. But I was done being the neglected mafia wife waiting in the shadows. I calmly activated the covert audio recording device hidden inside my designer clutch. It was time to present this irrefutable evidence to the Don's Tribunal, strip my husband of his title, and build my own empire./0/61588/coverorgin.jpg?v=c7b568fb9db9a8b22fb1a398caca0572&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract with the Devil's Mafia
Miya Ashton has always lived a life of luxury until it all comes crashing down in an instant. Her father suddenly leaves, leaving her in a difficult financial situation. Chased by unpaid debts, humiliated at college, and betrayed by her boyfriend, Miya almost loses hope-until a mysterious offer from a school principal changes everything. Victor Wyatt introduces Miya to Damian Sawyer, who's known for being a bit cold. To save her family from total destruction, Miya signs a crazy contract: she'll have Damian's heir in exchange for everything she's ever had. However, what seems like a simple deal soon turns into something much more complex. As Damian becomes caught up in a brutal conflict that threatens her family, Miya finds herself increasingly drawn into Damian's dark world and into a heart she never expected to open. But there's more going on behind the scenes than meets the eye. Damian's dark secrets and the lies of those closest to him put Miya's life and the child she's carrying in danger. As the power struggle reaches its peak, Miya must fight not only for her life but also for the future she and Damian have in mind. Will they succeed in overcoming their opponents, or will their relationship be ruined by a devastating secret?/0/85273/coverorgin.jpg?v=d0c3985d46c681cc38a304795d7646c1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Devils Offer
Blurb: When Claire Marco enters Damian's world, she's just trying to get to the bottom of her father's mysterious death. The powerful and arrogant mafia king offers her a chilling deal: marry him for six months, and he'll spill the secrets she's been dying to uncover. But this bargain comes with a steep cost. Her freedom, her pride, and maybe even her heart. Damian doesn't believe in love. He lives for control, obsession, and power. To him, Claire is just another pawn in his game, beautiful, compliant, and a bit broken. But what starts as a simple game of possession takes a dangerous turn filled with passion and betrayal. Because some secrets won't stay buried. And hearts can't be tied down by contracts./0/70024/coverorgin.jpg?v=27f9e28873e971d9557de522bc5ccf68&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contracted to the Mafia Don
Eliza Carter has always lived a life shadowed by hardship, raised by an alcoholic father with no mother to lean on. But things take a devastating turn when she discovers that her father owes a million dollars to Damien Viera, the ruthless and dangerous man who controls the city's underworld. With no way to pay off the debt, Eliza is given an impossible ultimatum: become Damien's wife or lose her life. Torn between survival and despair, she must make a choice that will shape her future. Will she marry a man she fears to clear her father's debt, or will she choose death over a life with him? As the days go by, Eliza faces a whirlwind of emotions-will she find happiness in this marriage, or will she be consumed by hatred for the man who controls her fate?/0/61913/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f95fa89dcf6aca7570a80d67a8494b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Contract Marriage With The Billionaire's Mad Son
Melissa Brant, a poor vegetable seller, from the poorest family in Rio Hondo finds herself sourcing for fund to pay her mother's medical bills. Fanny Luis, the richest mogul in Rio Hondo offers to grant her the money but for a price. "I will give you the money but you must sign a contract marriage with my mad son," he told her. Melissa never knew what she was opting for until she shared roof with Brian, the most violent mad man in Rio Hondo. Later Fanny reminded her, "You must give me a grandchild. Didn't you read the contract marriage agreement?" She was a virgin and never expected to get intimate with her mad husband. Fortunately, after she helped Brian regain his sanity, obsession possessed them. "Now I am fulfilled you have regained your sanity. The contract marriage agreement says you can divorce me once you regain your sanity. Please, Brian let me go," she pleaded. "I don't mind losing my sanity again if I deny what this heart feels for you now. I crave to stay with you forever. To hell with the divorce," Brian replied coldly. What will be their fate? Lets' turn the pages. It is going to be a bumpy ride. A must read!/0/66131/coverorgin.jpg?v=f636eff4a2c6413f95d888f43d85c623&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?/1/120314/coverorgin.jpg?v=18fc808c5d6239ab8351c98171260d0c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing The Don: Rise Of The Queen
For seven years, I was the dutiful wife of the city's most ruthless Mafia Don, enduring his coldness and his family's constant disdain. Until a text from his new protégé lit up my phone during a syndicate dinner. She was moving her exotic pet into my dead child's locked nursery. When I confronted him, Dante didn't care. He publicly shattered a crystal glass just because my fingers had brushed it, treating my touch like a contagion. His mother mocked my inferior bloodline in front of the hardened Capos, threatening to destroy my mother's diner if I didn't submit to the protégé. Even worse, I soon discovered the devastating truth. This very protégé had tampered with my pregnancy medication three years ago, causing my agonizing miscarriage. And when faced with the undeniable evidence, Dante still chose to protect her over our dead heir. He thought I was just a powerless, barren civilian who would swallow her grief and bow to his mafia empire forever. He didn't know I was actually the Boss of the Haven Syndicate—the untouchable shadow board that controlled the lifelines of his entire operation. I stared at the man who had reduced our child's memory to an inconvenience, and calmly pulled out my phone. "Initiate the formal severing of my marriage," I ordered my men. "We are burning his whole operation to the ground."/1/120963/coverorgin.jpg?v=4edb5d87eea7c0e8dcb41e0d6b9049e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wife, The Underworld King
For three years, I was the invisible, obedient wife of Julian Falcone, the ruthless Don of the East Coast. I secretly ran my own underground network, laundering his money to secure his throne, hoping to finally earn his love. But he brought his childhood sweetheart, Elena, back from Europe and publicly paraded her at the syndicate gala, leaving me standing alone like a piece of furniture. He even moved her into our master suite, letting his mother and the entire family humiliate me as a nameless civilian. I was nearly five months pregnant with his heir, but he was too busy building a fake mafia resume for his mistress to notice my suffering. He used the very funds I had cleaned for him to buy her a throne, while his capos laughed at my expense. Lying alone on the cold operating table to abort his child, my last shred of devotion withered and died. I had labored in the dark for a man who only wanted a doll to arrange in his house while he built an empire for another woman. "I must go arrange a divorce." I packed my worn suitcases, left the annulment papers on his desk, and walked out of the estate. At the upcoming National Commission Summit, I will step out of the shadows as the true Boss of the W.E.N. Network, and let my husband watch his world burn./0/67429/coverorgin.jpg?v=2ca9c578d8bfee3e4889740e36418640&imageMogr2/format/webp)
