"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

　　"Leila, stay with me," when I pushed with my shoulder to open the door to my room. "You'll be fine. You have to be fine."


　　I laid her gently onto my bed, even pushing away a wayward lock of hair from over her face. She looked peaceful, but it was that peaceful which scared me to death. My hands were shaking as I reached for her pulse, which was there but weak.


　　"The doctor's coming, sir. He should, um, he said within ten minutes," the head maid called from the doorway, her voice shaking.


　　"For ten minutes?" I almost actually yelled.


　　"She could be- uhhhh," I cut myself off. My anger wouldn't help anything. I took in a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. "Fine, have someone meet him at the gate, bring him straight here."


　　"Si-sir," she muttered, slipping away.


　　Again turning to Leila, hand on forehead, inches from her face, I whispered, "Come on, Leila. Don't you dare give up on me now? I need you to fight, okay? I need you."


CHAPTER 25 Stay With Me