What Books Are Similar To 'The Undertaker'S Daughter'?

Vittoria Guerra was raised to rule. Born into the Cosa Nostra, she was groomed as an heir, not a daughter. Trained to read people with deadly precision, Vittoria sees what others miss—lies, weakness, intention. Power is the only certainty she trusts. When an unexpected betrayal pulls her into the hands of the ’Ndrangheta, Vittoria finds herself trapped inside enemy territory where alliances are currency and survival demands sacrifice. What begins as a strategic arrangement quickly becomes something far more dangerous. In a world ruled by blood and ambition, trust is a risk and emotion is a liability. The Don’s Daughter is a dark mafia romance about legacy, control, and a woman who was raised as a weapon in a game where every move has a cost.

Ten years after my wealthy family took me back, I died in the rental house my billionaire parents had dumped me in. My son was three. Just to mess with me, the kidnapper gave me three chances to call for help. If even one person was willing to come see me, he'd spare my child. The first call was to my father, the man who'd spent fifteen years searching for me. He was busy directing the staff as they set up my adoptive sister's birthday party. When he picked up, he barked, "Estelle Emerson, seriously? Can you go one week without causing a scene? It's your sister's birthday. I'm busy. Don't kill the vibe." The second call was to my mother, the woman who brought me home and changed my name from Dixie to Estelle. But Vera snatched the phone and laughed so hard she could barely get the words out. "Estelle, seriously? If you're gonna make something up, at least make it believable. You look so broke you probably don't even have fifty bucks. What kidnapper would pick you?" The third time, I called Luca's father, my legal husband. He said he was in a meeting and didn't have time to play games with me. He also said that if I behaved myself, he'd agree to take me home for dinner next week. After the final call ended, I looked at the grinning kidnapper in despair and sent the last two messages of my life. A photo of myself covered in blood. And a short message, every word sincere. [I'm really going to die. In my next life, don't bring me home.]

Everyone thought my sister, Nyssa, was the cursed one, except me. I knew that on my eighteenth birthday, Death would come to claim me for the Underworld. I was the Dark Elf Death had chosen. But to protect my sister, my family chose to sacrifice me. My parents abandoned me, my kin reviled me, and Caelum, the elven prince I had loved for centuries, chose to stand by Nyssa's side. They said I was a harbinger of disaster. They told me to offer Nyssa my blessing. Little did they know, they were pushing Death's true acolyte toward her awakening. When the Night of the Shattered Moon arrived, I finally met my fate. I died in the mortal realm and was reborn as the Underworld's new emissary. And those who once hurt me would come to pray for my forgiveness, trapped in the eternal punishment I had wrought. I was no longer a girl who waited for love.

He murdered her father. Now he must marry her to keep her alive. Isabella Moretti lived as an ordinary artist in a quiet coastal town until the night masked men dragged her from her bed and delivered her to the most feared man in the underworld: Damien Voss "The Reaper", the rival don widely suspected of ordering her father’s assassination. Cold, calculating, and brutally possessive, Damien sees her only as leverage: a hidden pawn to control her father’s crumbling empire and crush any challengers but Isabella refuses to be caged. Beneath her innocent facade lies a sharp mind and a growing hunger for power. As deadly secrets surface: her father’s monstrous betrayals, enemies within both families, and the shocking truth that she may have unknowingly helped orchestrate his downfall, Isabella must navigate a deadly game of alliances, seduction, and vengeance. In a world where trust is fatal, the line between captor and protector blurs. Damien’s icy control begins to crack into obsessive need, and Isabella discovers the most dangerous truth of all: she craves the monster who owns her.

“I won’t be erased. Not this time.” Anya Petrova never asked to inherit a fortune—let alone a war. For years, the down-to-earth preschool teacher built a quiet life for her daughter, Zoe, far from the icy world of billionaire empires and old European bloodlines. But on her 25th birthday, everything changes. Her late father—powerful shipping magnate Nikolai Volkov—names her in his will. The catch? She must live for one year in the penthouse of her cold, infuriating half-brother, Dimitri Volkov, ruthless CEO of the Volkov empire… a man she secretly knows far too well. Because five years ago, at a masked gala, Dimitri was the stranger who left her breathless—and unknowingly made him the father of her child. Now, forced into a dangerous game of legacy and lies, Anya must navigate the treacherous world of old-money elites who will stop at nothing to erase Zoe’s claim to the Volkov name. But Dimitri is no longer the cold enemy she feared—and together, they uncover secrets darker than either imagined: an ancient blood feud tied to Anya’s mother, and a rival family prepared to strike in the shadows. The stakes? Everything. Zoe’s future. Anya’s heart. A fortune worth more than gold—one built on love, truth, and a family worth fighting for.

After fifteen years away, I was finally brought back to the DeLuca family. I thought I was returning to my real home. Instead, I walked into a house where the adopted daughter wanted me dead, my father treated me like a burden, and my brothers would rather watch me bleed than make her cry. On my first day back, she set dogs on me. That night, I was dragged to the top of the observatory and forced to apologize to her. When I fell from the tower covered in blood, they still called me a liar. Because in the DeLuca family, I may have been the real daughter by blood— but she was the daughter they loved. She thought she could bully me, poison me, and freeze me to death without consequence. She was wrong. Because the night I nearly died, my mother finally chose me—and turned a gun on the whole DeLuca family.