Mafia Books for Women
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Losing My Queen: The Don's Downfall
My husband, Dante, is the cold-blooded mafia boss of New York whose very name makes people tremble. For four whole years, I devoted myself heart and soul to being his wife. Yet after I lost my forty-seventh underground poker game—a game they'd rigged—his first love, Talia, deliberately proposed that I sign a marriage-nullification agreement as my punishment. Not only that. She also converted my late parents' safe house into her private art studio without asking anyone. I stormed over in fury to confront her, but she got one step ahead of me and faked an arm injury. Dante rushed to comfort her and shoved me aside without a thought. I slipped on the wet paint and crashed hard into the marble console. I lay crumpled on the floor, gasping in pain, unable to move, while he looked down at me with nothing but pure disgust in his eyes. "It's just a few bumps and bruises. Do you really have to throw a tantrum like a lunatic?" Then one day I found his top-secret notebook, which stated in black and white: One more glance at her, he had written, was almost more than he could bear. But her eyes carried a hint of Talia, and that was enough. My heart froze into ice in an instant. From beginning to end, I had been nothing but a cheap stand-in for the woman he truly longed for. Snapping my phone's SIM card in half, I boarded a one-way flight to our mortal enemy, the Southern Syndicate. This time, I would never look back./1/106784/coverorgin.jpg?v=0ea50db477505bd79d5073895230693d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Owned by the Devil King
Elara Voss runs from an arranged marriage-only to fall into the hands of the most dangerous man in the city. Nikolai Volkov is known as the Devil King, ruler of an underground empire built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, he has no weakness-until Elara crashes into his world carrying a family name tied to his darkest betrayal. Taken as leverage against her powerful father, Elara refuses to submit, even when trapped inside Nikolai's gilded cage. Her defiance fuels his obsession. What begins as captivity turns into a slow-burning, forbidden attraction neither of them can escape. But love built on lies always demands a price. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Elara must decide whether to destroy the man who owns her-or become the woman who rules beside him. A dark, emotionally intense mafia romance filled with obsession, betrayal, redemption, and a love strong enough to challenge an empire./1/104513/coverorgin.jpg?v=854e28a45b76f110d53035d68c99683c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Kidney For His Mistress: Never Again
I woke up from surgery with a jagged scar on my side and a missing kidney. My fiancé, Dante Moretti, the Capo of the Chicago Outfit, hadn't saved me from an illness. He had harvested me like spare parts to save his mistress, Sofia. "She pays the tithe," he had told the surgeon coldly while I was paralyzed by anesthesia. For ten years, I was his loyal shadow. I managed his legitimate empire, took bullets for him, and even aborted our child three years ago because Sofia threw a tantrum about bloodlines. I thought my absolute loyalty would eventually earn his love. But when the Cartel held us both over the edge of a bridge days later, Dante didn't choose me. He tackled Sofia to safety and watched as I fell backward into the freezing black river. He thought I drowned. Or worse, he assumed I was a dog that would eventually swim back to its master, no matter how hard he kicked it. He was wrong. I dragged myself out of that water, but the woman who loved him died in the depths. Seven days later, I didn't return to the Moretti penthouse. I walked straight into the headquarters of his mortal enemy, Enzo Falcone. "Do you still want to marry me?" I asked the man who wanted Dante’s head on a spike. Enzo didn't hesitate. "I will burn the city down before I let him touch you again." Now, Dante is crawling at my gates, paralyzed and ruined, holding a medical box containing my stolen kidney. But he forgot one thing: I don't want it back./0/94131/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5ead58abd7cdc2a1c7e6d624826932b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Left For Dead: The Mob Boss's Sin
My husband, the most feared mob boss in Chicago, told me it wasn't the right time for an heir. Then I found the invitation to his secret son's baptism—a child he had with a woman from our rival family. His betrayal climaxed when he shoved me so hard I miscarried our baby, and his mistress left me for dead at the bottom of a cliff. But I survived, and after watching me accept the world's highest honor for architecture on TV, he's now kneeling outside my hotel, begging the ghost he created to come home./0/66553/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f234a75fc74c633937dc3b4e55a877b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You belong to me Isabella Valenti
"Strip!" The voice thundered as I stood shocked by the turn of events. I shuddered both in fear and disgust at the thought of this man drooling over my naked body. "Don't make me repeat myself Isabella Valenti." His eyes were all red, like that of an angry bull ready to charge. I wasn't going to give in that easily. I didn't ask for this. I never did. ************ In a world filled with darkness, shedding of blood, tears and screams, Isabella Valenti, the daughter of Don Rodrigo Valenti has to fight her way through survival after the death of her father. The once powerful Valenti family went down in ashes after his death, giving chances to rival mafia clans, most especially Lucas Romano who always had his eyes on the Valenti family for reasons best known to him. Things take an unexpected turn when Isabella is given two options. Thus, either to watch her mother and brother die gruesomely or become Lucas' possession for a crime her father is said to have committed. How long will she survive under the roof of the ruthless Capo? Will hatred turn into love? **********/1/120736/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd5ddec7999cf14ee700ce3668043d05&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Don Moretti
I took a bullet to the chest to save Julian, the ruthless Don of the New York Syndicate. For five years, I laundered his millions, intercepted his enemies, and was meant to be his wife. But seven days before our wedding, he allowed his young ward, Isabella, to steal my matriarchal betrothal ring and flaunt it on the dark web. When I demanded he postpone the wedding until it was returned, he called me theatrical and took her to his private coastal safehouse. To punish my defiance, he ordered my emergency heart medication removed from my safe. "I merely wanted to test if you were feigning your little illness for attention." That was the text Isabella sent me. But I wasn't feigning. My chest seized, and I collapsed on the hardwood floor. I flatlined twice in an off-the-grid clinic. While doctors used defibrillators to violently restart my failing heart, Julian was in an underground arena, publicly sliding a massive diamond onto Isabella's finger. I had spent every drop of my blood to build his dominion, yet he left me to die just to humor a spoiled girl's games. I finally understood that my lifelong devotion was nothing but a cheap convenience to him. When I woke up, I didn't shed a single tear. I printed a meticulous ledger of my blood debts, marked the balance as zero, and vanished to Europe. This time, I would build a mafia empire of my own./1/104838/coverorgin.jpg?v=35c4b4a3589163ba536bd4a7bfb93a45&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Discarded Wife To Scent Queen
My husband, the ruthless Underboss of the Ewing crime family, was terrified of one thing: his dead fiancée’s memory. Or rather, her living sister, Ivana, who used that memory to turn my life into a living hell. To "apologize" for humiliating me at a gala, Corbett brought me a peace offering: a green macaron. "Pistachio," he promised. "Your favorite." I took one bite, and my throat instantly seized. It felt like barbed wire tightening around my windpipe. It wasn't pistachio. It was almond paste. Corbett knew I was deadly allergic. He used to carry my EpiPen on our first dates. As I collapsed to the floor, wheezing and clawing at my neck, a scream ripped from the guest wing. "Corbett! Help! They're posting mean comments about me again!" Ivana. Corbett looked down at me, his dying wife, and then looked toward the hallway where Ivana was crying over Instagram. He hesitated for only a second. Then he pulled his leg away from my grasping hand. "I'll be right back," he said, turning his back on me. "Just... use your pen." He ran to comfort a healthy woman while I crawled across the carpet, vision tunneling, forcing the needle into my own thigh to restart my heart. As I lay there shaking, listening to him soothe her, the last thread of love snapped. I didn't call an ambulance. I pulled a burner phone from behind the vanity mirror and texted the one man Corbett feared more than death—his rival, Don Kain Solomon. "I accept. Get me out."/0/51629/coverorgin.jpg?v=b21a5f9668e88b2d90a75fba6041e8db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MUMMY! IS HE MY DADDY?
"You need to leave now, Hazel's voice trembled as she mustered the courage to speak, You could wake Anna and things could get sticky" A mischievous grin played on his face "Things already are sticky" his voice was laced with arrogance as he fastened his pants Hazel's regret washed over her as she bit her lips regretting her actions "This should be your last visit. She declared, So you could stay away from Ann, it's best for us all" His anger flared as he closed the distance between them and grabbed her shoulder fiercely."I deserve every right to be part of Anna's life. She's my daughter!" his voice echoed through the room. Terror filled Hazel's eyes. Just then the door creaked open, revealing a small figure. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, recognizing him a smile tugged her lips. "Is he the man from the movie, and grocery store and my school, mommy? Her voice tinged with innocence, I see you every time here too" she beamed at him Her expression became serious suddenly. "That means...she paused as confusion played on her face... Mommy....is he my daddy?..."/0/94132/coverorgin.jpg?v=621a754818b78bb62df89ffbc3c352e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Five-Year Lie, A Mafia Wife's Vows
For five years, I believed my husband and father when they told me they had executed my cousin for her betrayal. Then I saw her in a clinic, holding the hand of a little boy who had my husband's eyes. My entire marriage was a lie, a conspiracy to keep a Mafia alliance stable while he lived a secret life with her and their son. I was the placeholder wife, and I soon discovered their plan to have me drugged, declared insane, and buried alive in an asylum. So on the night they threw a party to celebrate their perfect family, I sent a gift. A recording of their plot, for our entire world to hear./1/104839/coverorgin.jpg?v=98b397175c5e9c5a7c6b1e7c2b72b301&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Killed Love, She Killed His Empire
I was securing the diamond clasp of my necklace when the security monitor blinked to life, revealing my husband burying his face between his assistant's thighs. Just an hour later, Dante Moretti stood by my side at the Gala, playing the part of the devoted Capo, while his mistress smirked at me from across the room in a dress that screamed for attention. I wanted to leave. I had packed my bags, ready to disappear. But then the doctor told me the news: I was six weeks pregnant with the Vitiello-Moretti heir. I thought the baby might save us. I thought it would stop the madness. I was wrong. When his mistress accused me of betrayal to cover her own tracks, Dante didn't listen to his wife. He listened to the woman warming his bed. In a blind rage, the man who swore to protect me struck me down. I felt the sharp, tearing pain in my abdomen before I even hit the stone floor. As blood stained my pristine white dress, I realized he hadn't just broken his vows. He had killed our unborn son. So, when the opportunity came to detonate the gas line and fake my own death, I didn't hesitate. I let the world believe Seraphina Moretti died in that explosion. Ten years later, I returned to a city that thought I was a ghost. I dismantled his supply lines, froze his assets, and watched his empire crumble piece by piece. And when he was finally on his knees in the rain, broken and destitute, I stepped out of the shadows. I didn't come back for his money. I came back to hand him the ultrasound photo of the child he murdered. "Hello, Dante."/0/54874/coverorgin.jpg?v=737847ee4f809a1328e976bac562966d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadows Of Redemption (Love in the mafia's grip)
In a world ruled by power and deception, Vivianne finds herself caught between love and vengeance. Sold into the clutches of a ruthless mafia boss, she navigates a dangerous game of manipulation and survival, all while holding onto the memory of her love, Dane. As she is thrust into a world of crime and despair, Vivianne must confront her own desires for retribution and the sacrifices she's willing to make for justice. But in a world where betrayal lurks around every corner, will Vivianne find the strength to seek redemption, or will she be consumed by the darkness that surrounds her?/0/67852/coverorgin.jpg?v=c81b599dbfd60f9b9f245eea2ab50410&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Best Friend's Brother: Forbidden Desire
This is a collection of forbidden erotic stories: Book 1: My Best Friend's Brother Book 2: My Best Friend's Sister Book 3: My Best Friend's Father Book 4: Tempted by My Nanny Book 5: My Forbidden Stepdaddy Book 6: My Forbidden Stepbrother ••• "You think I haven't tried to stop wanting you? That I haven't tried to stay away?" He steps closer, eyes darkening as he runs a finger down my arm. "But every time you walk in, every time you look at me... all I can think about is how good it would feel to pin you against that wall and take what's been mine since the first time I saw you." °°°° My job was simple-help my best friend, Elora, and keep my life as normal as possible. What I didn't expect was to be drawn into her family's dangerous world... or to fall for the one person I was supposed to avoid: her older brother, Camden. Camden Andretti is everything I should stay away from-intense, unpredictable, and fiercely protective. But when I witness something I shouldn't have, he's the only one who can keep me safe. The hardest part? Surviving each day with him by my side, forced to face this heat between us. I want him in ways I shouldn't. Need him more than I ever thought possible. And one reckless choice may change everything. Now, I have to face the consequences of a forbidden desire-and survive a world I was never meant to be part of./1/113924/coverorgin.jpg?v=3dbda5ff87181c775c7a20578f77be9d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Left For Dead, I Returned A Queen
My husband, a ruthless mafia Capo, brought his pregnant mistress to our anniversary party. He then ordered me to give her a blood transfusion, knowing my heart condition could kill me. As my life drained away, I knew my nine-year marriage was finally over. It was my ninth wedding anniversary, and I stood in an expensive gown, watching Dominick Reyes, a feared mafia Capo, celebrate with our guests. But the celebration wasn't for us; Dominick had brought Chastity, his pregnant mistress, and then publicly ordered me out of our master suite. Chastity, who had faked her pregnancy, then framed me for an attack. Dominick forced me to give a blood transfusion to Chastity, knowing my heart condition made it potentially fatal. As my blood drained from my veins, sustaining the woman who had stolen my life, I felt my consciousness fading, hoping I would not wake up. When I woke, Dominick had already paraded Chastity to a gala. He had drained me, used me, and then abandoned me in a hospital bed, breaking his promise of a divorce. I was nothing more than a debt payment, a pawn in his brutal game. Knowing he would never truly let me go, I calmly called a trusted contact. I would disappear from his world, become someone new, and this time, Dominick Reyes would pay./1/104515/coverorgin.jpg?v=12ce53e75361778a3218e6b93b0c659c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Runaway Mistress: The Mafia Boss Begs On His Knees
The heavy steel door of the industrial meat locker slammed shut, sealing me in at four degrees below zero. Ten minutes ago, I was the woman Dante Moretti promised to burn the world for. Now, I was the rat accused of poisoning his heir. Dante didn’t just lock me in. He looked at me with eyes devoid of warmth and said, "Evidence says otherwise." He chose the lie of his arranged wife, Sofia, over my truth. For months, I endured the price of loving the Underboss. I watched him marry Sofia in a grand ceremony to secure a family alliance. I let him force me onto a table to drain my blood to save her life when she was injured. I took twenty lashes from his family’s enforcers, all while he stood by and watched, claiming it was necessary to "protect" me. He told me to wait. He told me the marriage was a sham. But when I finally escaped and he came chasing after me, revealing that Sofia was a fraud and he wanted me back, I didn't feel relief. I felt nothing. Even after he threw his body over mine to save me from a collapsing building, taking a jagged shard of timber through his chest, I couldn't forgive him. In the hospital, his mother handed me his journal. It was filled with entries about his undying love for me, written on the very same days he allowed me to be tortured. "Tell him the debt is paid," I told his mother as I handed the book back. "He saved my life. I saved his child. We are even." I turned my back on the ICU and walked out into the rain. Dante Moretti might have been willing to die for me, but he never knew how to live for me./1/104516/coverorgin.jpg?v=dd33ce095744a455065ebf083d4e36bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Runaway Nurse: The Mafia King's Remorse
For seven years, I served as the eyes for Dante Vitiello, the blind Capo of New York. I pulled him back from the edge of madness, tending to his wounds and warming his bed when everyone else had given up on him. But the moment his vision returned, the years of devotion turned to ash. In a single phone call, he decided to marry Sofia Moretti for territory, dismissing me as just "the maid's daughter" and a "comfort" he intended to keep as a mistress. He forced me to watch him court her. At a gala, when a chaotic accident caused a tower of champagne glasses to shatter, Dante threw his body over Sofia to protect her. He left me standing there, bleeding from the glass shards, while he carried her away like she was porcelain. He didn't even look back at the woman who had saved his life. I realized then that I had worshipped a broken god. I had given him my dignity, only for him to treat me like a disposable bandage now that he was whole. He arrogantly believed I would stay in the penthouse, grateful for his scraps. So, while he was out celebrating his engagement, I met with his mother. I signed the severance agreement for fifty million dollars. I packed my bags, wiped my phone, and boarded a one-way flight to Australia. By the time Dante came home to an empty bed, realized his mistake, and began tearing the city apart to find me, I was already a ghost./0/81156/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a6efbc9188cdee9046cfe0db030f05f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The King's Cruel Game
I thought I lived a romance, me and Rex, King of The Devil' s Brigade. He saved me and my best friend, Clare, from a highway ambush years ago, my knight in shining armor. We found love, safety, cherished trophies in his clubhouse. But one night, Rex' s whisper shattered everything. He confessed the "ambush" was a staged setup, a cruel trap, for a shadowy woman named Silas' s amusement. Every tender touch became a malicious lie; he even subtly poisoned me, causing our child' s loss. Clare watched Marcus, the man she loved, systematically destroy her, culminating in him handing her most cherished locket to Silas. Broken, Clare erupted, igniting the workshop in a fiery inferno, consuming Silas and herself in a defiant, deadly embrace. My world crumbled into betrayal and icy rage. How could the man I loved orchestrate such a monstrous game, feeding our pain to a woman who reveled in our torment? The injustice felt like a physical wound. The naive Amy died with Clare in that fire. Only vengeance remained, cold and precise. I meticulously planned their destruction, orchestrating a final, bloody scene, only to wake in a hospital bed, Clare alive beside me. Everything was a terrifying, comatose nightmare. But was my world of pain, betrayal, and revenge just a figment, or something insidious trailing into my reality?/1/104841/coverorgin.jpg?v=ab9706fb5a742a7e8b1f9d4bcfa9c02f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Jumped: The Mafia King's Eternal Regret
I spent five years protecting Grafton Mcleod, the ruthless King of Chicago. Not because I loved him, but because I swore a blood oath to his dying brother to keep him alive. On the day my contract ended, I placed my resignation on his desk. Grafton didn't just refuse it; he laughed. "You don't resign, Cayla. You belong to me." He thought I was a jealous, obsessed assistant in love with him. He let his cruel fiancée, Cherrelle, torment me daily. He forced me to drain my own blood to save her after she faked an accident. He threw me into a freezing fountain when she lied about me pushing her. But the final straw came when he dragged me to a syndicate gala. He didn't take me as a guest. He put me on stage, in a silk dress and a collar, and sold me to his enemy for five million dollars. "This is what happens to property that misbehaves," he sneered as the gavel came down. I escaped that night, but I didn't run away. I drove to the bridge where his brother died. I left my phone on the railing and let the icy water take me, finally free of my debt. It was only when Grafton stood on that bridge, holding my cracked phone, that he learned the truth. He unlocked it and saw my wallpaper. It wasn't him. It was his dead brother. And the diary inside revealed that the woman he was about to marry was the one who had ordered the hit that killed him./0/74343/coverorgin.jpg?v=e61d3cd38911412f0475e9e248eeef09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's Dark Desire
Alessandro Salvatore is the king of New York's underworld-ruthless, untouchable, and bound by the laws of the mafia. But when investigative journalist Isabella Rossi storms into his life, she threatens more than just his secrets. She challenges his control. She ignites a passion he never expected. Isabella knows Alessandro is dangerous, but she can't resist the pull of the enigma that surrounds him. What starts as a pursuit for the truth quickly turns into an intoxicating affair. But some secrets are meant to stay buried, and when Isabella uncovers a betrayal deep within Alessandro's empire, she finds herself caught in a war she never saw coming. As enemies close in and the line between love and destruction blurs, Alessandro must make the ultimate sacrifice to protect the woman he can't live without. But in a world where loyalty is bought in blood, will their love be enough to survive?/0/71423/coverorgin.jpg?v=b8316ab0e5950ea22d400fd9ee1abc50&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heart of Steel
In a world where power blurs the gap between right and wrong, an act of kindness becomes the catalyst for a thrilling journey. When Germano, a charming yet ruthlessly extremely wealthy heir to a powerful mafia family, unexpectedly is given his wallet and phone back, he unknowingly establishes a close connection with Micaela, a modest housekeeper with dreams and aspirations seemingly well beyond her current existence. As the stakes rise and familial loyalties are stretched Germano must choose between the dark legacy he inherited and the opportunity for true love and forgiveness. Will he put everything on the line to prove his loyalty to Micaela, or will the weight of his background extinguish the burning flame of their love?/1/110357/coverorgin.jpg?v=49ee98a8af1cc5086ba7379a27ef0c4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
