Mafia Books for Women
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Crown of Blood: The Don's Reckoning
In the glittering shadows of New York's underworld, Don Tino Knightly rules with brutal precision and a code of honor etched in blood. Feared by enemies, revered by allies, he is a man who built an empire from the ashes of his family's betrayal. But when Sandy Rhune, a brilliant investigative journalist, uncovers secrets linking her past to his rise, the cold-blooded Don finds his world tilting. Sandy seeks justice. Tino seeks control. Neither expects obsession. Neither is ready for the war that follows./1/116792/coverorgin.jpg?v=79d1329d81498dcab64dbeffdc7c9efd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Chance Without My Cruel Husband
I was sitting in the dark when my phone buzzed with a live broadcast from five years ago. On the screen, my younger self was about to accept a marriage proposal from Dante Russo. Right next to that broadcast, a new message popped up from my husband. It was a video of him sleeping with his latest mistress, and this time, the woman moaning on our bed was my closest confidante. For four years, Dante had systematically stripped my world away. He framed me, destroyed my independent design studio, and used my father's life-saving dialysis medication to chain me to his side as a prisoner. When my father discovered the truth about my suffering, he made an unbearable sacrifice to set me free. Even then, Dante just sneered and rejected my divorce, warning me not to throw a childish tantrum because he was confident I had nowhere else to go. I looked at my radiant past self on the screen, completely ignorant of the nightmare that awaited her. I couldn't understand how the boy who once swore to protect me with his life had become the monster who dragged me to hell. I didn't cry, and I didn't throw my phone. Instead, I accepted the video call from my past self and showed her the horrific future. "Leave him now, while there is still time." This time, I would make sure we severed the chain and never walked into his trap./1/135286/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d0287af80dd0f7afdc927eeef18549e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Weeping For The Bride He Left Behind
I WAS ALREADY DEAD WHEN THE ROSES ARRIVED My sister Bianca had always loved "joking" with me. When we were little, she joked that no one remembered my birthday—and kept the gag going until I cried, only then producing the birthday cake. On a family camping trip, she had Dad drive off and secretly filmed me chasing the car. Whenever I got angry, she said I just couldn't take a joke. Then, on the day of my proposal, she came up with a "Mafia Queen of the Skies" photoshoot—and I was hoisted on a rusted crane, dangling nearly five meters above the ground. I screamed until my voice broke, begging my fiancé—the mafia Godfather, Lorenzo—to let me down. He didn't save me. He turned his back without a moment's hesitation. "It's only a few minutes. Bianca put a lot of work into planning this 'Mafia Queen of the Skies' shoot. Don't spoil it for everyone." They drove off together to collect the flowers for the proposal, leaving me hanging alone beneath a rope about to snap, with nothing but a promise: "We'll let you down in ten minutes." "She's just putting on an act—she only wants attention," my brother sneered, with no idea that at that very moment I lay sprawled on the ground, blood gushing from me and pooling into a dark stain in the mud. Why did my family's love have to be built on my endless terror? Why did the cold Godfather who had once sworn a blood oath to protect me walk away without a backward glance while I begged for my life? Only when they returned to the estate and saw my shattered, blood-soaked corpse did their lofty, arrogant world finally collapse around them. I watched them fall to their knees, all of them, sobbing and pleading for a forgiveness I would never give. But I could never come back./0/61312/coverorgin.jpg?v=c31e601539a7fcb93de544cf83de54c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ENEMIES OF REALITY:MAFIA MYSTERY
Eighteen years ago, a friendship among three young people - Princess Sabrina, Guilherme, and Diego - fell apart under the weight of passion and betrayal. Sabrina and Guilherme's love ignited an irreconcilable hatred in Diego, leading to an unexpected pregnancy with twins, separated at birth by a dark secret. Now, Mayara, an orphaned young woman with jade green eyes and long black hair with reddish highlights, receives a mysterious letter promising to reveal her true identity. Her search takes her to Mexico, where family secrets, political disputes, and the underworld of the mafia intertwine. Among the dangerous charm of Santiago Diaz - the ruthless heir with honey-colored eyes who publicly declares his love for her - and the possessive protection of Prince Arthur - blond with violet-gray eyes, who returns furious to win her back - Mayara finds herself caught in an intense, deadly love triangle. While Santiago offers a treasure hunt that could change destinies, and Arthur, dressed in a black leather jacket over his Harley Davidson, is determined to face any enemy, Mayara struggles to find clues that could save her life and decide her own heart. In the end, one thing is certain: in a game of love, revenge, and power, no one leaves unscathed./0/83699/coverorgin.jpg?v=37e68e506db646119a4fe69cae1ba1da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Broke My Leg, I Broke His Empire
The blizzard howled, tearing through my truck, through my bones. My leg, shattered by Ethan's enforcers, throbbed, a familiar pain mirroring the betrayal in my heart. My phone screen flickered, a cruel final joke, announcing Ethan had just won "Family Values Politician of the Year." The photo showed him beaming, his arm around Brittany, and a little boy, their adopted son, wearing my Daisy' s bracelet. The one I' d made for her before Ethan sold her to child traffickers. My life, this wretched string of Ethan' s deceits, flashed before my eyes. I' d sold off my family' s historic ranch, acre by precious acre, to fund his political ambitions, only to be branded "uncivilized" for the calloused hands that built our legacy. He' d given my only insulated coat to Brittany, called me hysterical for a post-birth hemorrhage while giving my life-saving medicine to Brittany for a "migraine." Then, the county fair. To pay off a campaign scandal, he' d arranged for Daisy to get "lost," selling our daughter. When his deal went sour, he' d used me as a shield, promising to tell me where she was if I protected him. I fought like a cornered animal, and they broke my leg. He never told me. Dying in this snow, watching the man who destroyed everything receive an award, with my daughter' s bracelet on another child' s wrist? The injustice was a suffocating shroud. Why did he hate me so much? How could he be so cruel? What kind of monster sells his own child? Then, darkness. And a gasp. I jolted awake, not in a blizzard, but in Brittany' s lavish home, pregnant. Pregnant with Daisy. This time, things would be different./1/103815/coverorgin.jpg?v=94e0cc417a614b668fb63cf363e6ff42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Traded To The Bratva: My Husband's Betrayal
Ninety-nine days. That was exactly how long it had been since my husband, Dante, traded my life to a Russian cartel just to save his mistress from a panic attack. I walked onto the grounds of the Vitiello estate only to find him caressing her six-month-pregnant belly at my own funeral. He didn't look like a grieving widower; he looked like a man who had finally buried his mistake. When I revealed I was alive, Dante didn't fall to his knees in relief. Instead, he protected Lucia. He believed her lies that I was insane, that I was a threat to his "heir." To prove his loyalty to her, he stood by while my father whipped me in the family chapel until my back was in shreds. Then, he dragged me to the roof and threw me into a freezing pool, watching me drown simply because Lucia claimed I pushed her. He didn't know Lucia was faking the pregnancy. He didn't know she was the one selling secrets to the Bratva. He broke his loyal wife to protect a traitor. Now, six months later, he stands in the rain holding the Vitiello diamond necklace, begging me to come home. He thinks he can buy forgiveness. But he doesn't see the man standing in the shadows behind me—the enforcer who took a bullet for me when Dante was busy breaking my bones. I looked at the diamonds, then at my husband. "I don't want a King," I whispered. "I chose the soldier."/1/116793/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a03922f29bd07945212a58a921c1f2f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Leaving The Underworld For True Love
For five years, I was the undisputed Mafia Queen, the only exception to the ruthless Don's lethal boundaries. That was until I was locked out of my husband's encrypted tablet. His new, ambitious associate answered his most guarded phone line. "The new passcode is my birthdate. He lets me play games on it." When I handed Dante the divorce papers, he violently tore them to shreds, coldly reprimanding me for throwing a tantrum over a young girl. My own parents refused to offer sanctuary, demanding I turn a blind eye to his mistress just to maintain our family's syndicate power. Serena even showed up at my estate, flaunting the custom clothes Dante bought her and bragging that they had already slept together. When I told her to get out, Dante protectively pulled her behind him. "You are a hysterical lunatic. Be magnanimous to the young associate." I had foolishly loved a man who could so easily replace me, treating my five years of devotion like dirt. He was so busy defending his mistress that he never knew I was already carrying his long-awaited heir. I stopped crying and calmly booked a one-way international flight. I went to an underground clinic to terminate the pregnancy, leaving the blood-stained receipt and the ultrasound photo as his anniversary gift before vanishing from his world forever./0/92135/coverorgin.jpg?v=3abd17d0924c2af58dd0c44c2d58e577&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Assassin's Bride
Gunfire thundered outside, bullets tearing chunks from the concrete wall shielding them. He cocked his gun, deep green eyes locking her. "Any man who touches you will wish all I did was kill him." She smiled and leaned over, whispering. "Then maybe you should stop touching me, Kael." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Blurb: Loving him is my greatest risk... and my only way out. I was sold like property and married to a cruel cartel boss who treats me as nothing but a pawn. The night I tried to escape, I ran straight into Kael Veyron, a ruthless assassin who was hired to wipe out my entire family. And then me. But instead, he claimed me as his own. Kael is lethal, obsessed, and dangerous to love... but with him, I see a chance at freedom. Together, we're not just running. We're plotting to bring my husband's empire to its knees- and build one of our own in its place. But love with a man like Kael is as deadly as any bullet. And in this game of power, passion, and blood, the line between survival and destruction grows thinner every day./1/135287/coverorgin.jpg?v=836f26c6c69edfa860a3d8c517b091a5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dead At The Altar: The Don's Regret
On the day of my wedding to the mafia godfather, Bianca—the orphaned daughter of my fiancé's mentor—blocked my way and forced a glass of hard liquor on me. "Drink this to honor the elders of the underworld, and big sister's wedding will go off without a hitch." I was severely allergic to alcohol and refused with a smile. To my surprise, Bianca's eyes instantly brimmed with tears. My fiancé Dante's smile vanished. He pressed the glass to my lips: "Stop faking jealousy and telling lies over something this trivial. Drink it, then apologize to Bianca right now." My brother pinned me down, and my best friend forced the liquor down my throat. Just like that, I suffocated to death on my fiancé's back. As a ghost, I could only watch as that vicious ward slapped my corpse and smothered the angry allergic rash spreading across my body under layer after layer of heavy foundation. I screamed myself hoarse trying to tell everyone I was already dead, but not a sound came from my throat. All I could do was watch, in an agony of dead silence, as the very people who had sworn to protect me for life blindly pushed me into the abyss. Just as Dante was about to lift my wedding veil— My soul circled coldly in the air above, my heart utterly still: This wedding was about to become a funeral./0/71371/coverorgin.jpg?v=45534e54ad36109b6f207435dbe4052f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
At the Heart of the Mafia
Under the gaze of a fallen mafia, Elvie, a young woman with a troubled past and victim of a brutal ex, seeks to rebuild her life. Working as an assistant in the villa of the Corleone, an influential crime family, she tries to avoid conflict with the three Corleone brothers, all as dangerous as each other. But everything changes when Adriano, the eldest brother and heir, breaks his arranged engagement to embrace the war between enemy families and must quickly remarry. Cold and calculating, he sees Elvie as a simple piece in his game. For her, he is just another nightmare to flee. But as they interact, appearances crumble and unexpected bonds are forged. As her ex resurfaces, Elvie will have to choose between her new life, her secrets and the growing violence that threatens everything she has rebuilt./1/103816/coverorgin.jpg?v=569fd5ed4cfcd515cc1b2f0efd9af1f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Cage: I Married His Worst Enemy
My husband, the Capo of New York, gripped my hand as we walked into the soundproofed room. He wasn't there to save me. He was there to watch the family doctor carve out my mind. A stranger named Sofia claimed I had sold her to a brothel twelve years ago. It was a lie. But Dante looked at me with cold marble eyes, believing the woman sobbing in his arms over the wife he had vowed to protect. "Sit, Elena," he ordered. He strapped me into the chair. He watched as they injected liquid fire into my veins to force a confession. He dragged me to the kennels, forcing me to feed the dogs I was terrified of, and watched as they tore into my flesh. He even locked me in a freezer to "cool off" my jealousy. The final straw wasn't the pain. It was hearing him plan a Vow Renewal with Sofia, intending to parade me as her Maid of Honor to teach me humility. I realized then that Elena Moretti had to die. So, I set the hospital room on fire. I left my wedding ring in the ashes and vanished into the night. Six months later, Dante found me in Paris. He fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness. I looked at him with dead eyes and handed him a knife. "Kill yourself," I said. "That is the only way I will believe you are sorry."/1/102843/coverorgin.jpg?v=2db56a7aa57c379e39312149c286ee4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows: The Mob Wife's Revenge
My husband was the Don of New York, and for ten years, I was his perfect trophy wife. I designed his buildings, kept his secrets, and stood by his side as the envy of the city. But the moment his mistress marched into my casino with a secret son, my decade of loyalty meant nothing. The boy demanded my grandmother's bracelet—which was dangling from his wrist. When I reached to take back what was mine, Emilio didn't defend me. He shoved me. Hard. I crashed backward into a wall of shattered glass. While I lay bleeding on the marble floor I had hand-picked, losing our unborn child, he didn't even look at me. He was on his knees, wrapping his suit jacket around another woman's son to shield him from the debris. In the hospital, the cruelty only worsened. "It was an accident, Elana. Leo was scared." He dismissed the death of our baby as collateral damage. He had given my family heirloom to his bastard child and chose them over me without hesitation. I realized then that the Omertà—our sacred code of silence—was a lie. He had built a warm, loving shadow family while I was just a useful decoration waiting in a cold mansion. He wanted to bury me in that life forever. So, I decided to give him a funeral. I staged my suicide off the cliffs of the estate, letting the freezing ocean swallow Elana Thomas. Now, everyone thinks the Don's wife is dead. But in Zurich, a new woman named Elena is very much alive, and she’s coming back to burn his empire to the ground./1/117119/coverorgin.jpg?v=b022da3f3711d0dab71200bba611e890&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claiming The Queen: The Mafia Boss's Rise
When the Syndicate Elders issued a blood decree, my Underboss fiancé had seventy-two hours to marry me or lose his territory. But instead of securing our alliance, Pietro slid my four-carat blood-diamond engagement ring onto the finger of Mia, the nineteen-year-old protégé I had rescued from the gutters. He let her leak confidential intel that cost our Family over a million dollars, yet he fiercely protected her while blaming me. He publicly stripped me of my rank as Consigliere, relocating my desk to the entry-level floor. Then, he demanded I forfeit my controlling shares directly into Mia's name. "Stop making a scene before you ruin your chances of ever becoming my wife," he warned me patronizingly. I looked at the man I had dodged bullets with for four years to build this legitimate empire from nothing. He was so poisoned by power and ego that he truly believed I would accept being his powerless trophy wife while he paraded his mistress around. He thought I was just a submissive woman who desperately needed him to survive. Without a second of hesitation, I picked up the pen and signed my power away. What Pietro didn't know was that I had already secretly transferred my true holdings to the daughter of the city's most feared Don. I left him holding a worthless piece of paper, packed my bags, and went back to my old territory to build a new fortress./0/56772/coverorgin.jpg?v=5eaf0c3cca7992a098f8f5f9e9614df0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Debt To The Mafia: Book 2 The Mafia's sweet Pea
Sawyer is an ordinary girl trying to get through school the best she can despite being bullied she needs to finish high school. She self harms, but can that final end when a dark haired, blue eyed tanned guy named Cristiano Caprioli saves her and offers her safety but in one condition she has to become part of his gang, little does she know who he is and want he is until she runs and straight into his main enemy Rocco Costello who agrees to train her to gain revenge on those who have hurt and humiliated her in the past what neither of them expect was to fall in love. Will Christiano get Sawyer back or will she take her revenge and stay with Rocco?/1/121013/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2f2655b0517c25b02d7f25028a9047d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia King's Revenge Bride
The Mafia King's Revenge Bride Elena Moretti never imagined her life would be traded like a debt. One moment she is just a young woman trying to hold her broken family together... the next, she is standing face-to-face with Luca De Santis-the most feared Mafia King in the city. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. And now... her husband. Forced into a marriage she never agreed to, Elena swears she will never belong to him. Not to his world of blood, power, and secrets. Not to the man who looks at her like she is both his revenge... and his obsession. But Luca is not a man who takes no for an answer. He claims she is the price her family must pay. She believes he is her greatest enemy. Until buried secrets begin to surface-secrets that tie their families together in ways neither of them expected. As danger closes in, betrayal rises from within, and enemies prepare to destroy them both, Elena realizes the truth is far more dangerous than the Mafia King she was forced to marry. Because Luca De Santis doesn't just want revenge... He wants her. And when the truth finally comes out, one of them will be forced to choose between love, loyalty, and survival. In a world where every kiss could be a betrayal... falling in love might be the most dangerous thing of all./0/88244/coverorgin.jpg?v=721be2983927c756cf38e0784d05af9a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage
On the day of her wedding, Vittoria De Angelis was dragged from the altar and forced to marry the enemy. Vincenzo Lucchese, the exiled heir of the Sicilian mafia, returned to avenge the deaths of his father and brother. In front of everyone, he stole his rival's bride, sealing a new order of power, written in blood. Now, Vittoria is his wife. Not by choice. But by punishment. Trapped with a man who loves her, yet is as dangerous as he is irresistible, she soon learns that running from him may be even deadlier than falling for him. Because Vincenzo doesn't want obedience. He wants to surrender. He wants revenge. And she is his guarantee. In this silent war between them, love might be the most lethal weapon of all./1/100249/coverorgin.jpg?v=500241bf6fe1e88ae390b71c991c1a78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Bride Becomes The City's Queen
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape—the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return./1/110956/coverorgin.jpg?v=eea9bdfda7e2e69e46f32cd48e61972a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Billionaire Wife's Spectacular Comeback
For five years, I played the role of the submissive wife, secretly using my massive fortune to bankroll my husband Jackson’s mafia syndicate. He fancied himself the undisputed godfather, forgetting exactly who bought him his throne. Out on the tarmac, he handed me a cheap economy ticket and walked toward my private jet with his mistress. "Amber is pregnant. She needs the private jet more. You should learn to be forgiving," Jackson said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Besides, I've already booked your flight." A cheap economy ticket with layovers. This was how he arranged things for me—like shipping cargo. He left me alone in the biting wind, watching his mistress stroke her swollen belly while wearing a silk dress custom-tailored for me. He treated me like a disposable ATM, completely unaware that the quiet, obedient wife he had just publicly betrayed was the true master of his entire empire. I pulled out my burner phone and dialed my offshore banker. "Ground that plane in Kansas and freeze every account tied to the Dorsey family." "All of them?" "Yes. I want to see exactly how far the Dorsey syndicate can get without my wallet."/0/99276/coverorgin.jpg?v=10b1d72c01d87954bf05a2e7e8dbfb9a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Ex-wife – A Plea for Forgiveness
Kevin Harrison Giordano is a powerful CEO who hides a dark identity as a mafia boss. His life takes an unexpected turn when he discovers that his wife is, in fact, his enemy's spy. Irritated, he confronted her: "I loved you, Justine... but now I can only hate you with all my strength." Frowning, Kevin exploded. "You were a beautiful mistake and my downfall, Justine Delacroix." He took the Glock from his subordinate's hands. "Please don't hurt me," she said, curling up in the chair, protecting her belly. "I'm pregnant," she confessed in a trembling voice. Moved by the revelation, the cold man watched her as she hugged her belly. Although he hated her, he still didn't have the heart to punish a pregnant woman. Touching Justine's thin arm, he forced her to stand up. "Get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret!" Kevin adopted his authoritarian stance once again. He usually acted this way with his subordinates, but he had never treated her this way before. "But I'm pregnant with your child," she said, showing him the pregnancy test she was holding. "Find Andrew Turner. I'm sure it's his child." His anger was so great that he refused to believe her. Seven years later, Justine's son was in critical condition after being shot. The boy had a rare blood type, and Bryan's father was the only person who could help him. How will Kevin react when he discovers that the child is really his son and that little Bryan is between life and death? Amid secrets, divided loyalties, and resentments, Kevin and Justine must face difficult choices about love, redemption, and justice./0/91814/coverorgin.jpg?v=61a2193ba00b21b9fab3bf72688d0474&imageMogr2/format/webp)
