"One million," A man seated at the corner of the room called out, raising his paddle.
My heart pounded louder with each bid. The men sneered, their eyes devouring me like I was a piece of meat. My body trembled as I rubbed my sweaty hands on my clothes.
The bids went higher and higher until there were just two men left. 
"Three million," the chubby man declared, impatient evident in his tone.
There was silence in the room for a moment.
"Five million," A stranger countered, raising his paddle. 
My eyes widened in shock as I tried to figure out who this stranger was. The room was filled with murmurs and no one could counter the stranger. 
The auctioneer's gavel slammed down. 
"Sold!" 
***
Leila Flynn, 19 years old, struggles to keep her ailing brother alive, and her life takes a dark turn when she is suddenly kidnapped into London's underworld auction. During the auction, she is bought for a high price by a mysterious and wealthy stranger, Dominic Anderson. Leila is then taken to a grand mansion in London, where she begins a complex relationship with Dominic.
Dominic, a powerful mafia boss, lives a life shrouded in mystery and danger. Leila gradually discovers that Dominic's concern for her and her younger brother, Michael- who suffers from leukemia- goes beyond mere kindness. Under Dominic's protection, Leila tries to uncover his true intentions while also developing a subtle emotional connection with his brother, Luca.
In this dangerous game of love, betrayal, and revenge, Leila must decide whether to place her trust in Dominic or sever all ties with his perilous world once and for all.

Maid for the Mafia

　　"How long have you known?" I asked as my voice dropped to a mere whisper. I lurched further back into my chair, my eyes trained on the wall ahead. My heart kept racing, throbbing along with the tension, which now filled this room to the brim, so thick that I felt it could choke me.


　　Luca leaned against the window, his back to me. "A few days. We had to be sure before bringing it to you."


　　"And you're quite certain?" My question fell into the room, weighted with all the implications that this situation held.


　　My office door creaked and swung open, Stefano standing there in the doorway, looking as grave as all hell. He nodded coolly toward Luca before turning to me. "We've confirmed it, boss. There's a mole in the mansion."


　　I balled my fists as a surge of anger went up my chest. "Who is it? And how the hell did they get that close?"


CHAPTER 8 Don't Trust Anyone