"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

　　I felt like crap the moment I woke up from a deep sleep. My head pounded, and my whole body was aching. And then, without warning, my eyes flew open. First was that the room seemed very dark. The room around me was alien, and the air was thick with the musk of pine and something very macho. Then, I noticed him, Dominic.


　　He had fallen asleep on the sofa, stretched full length, and was looking infinitely a small and defenseless. That peace of sleep in which all people grow unrecognizable softened the coarseness of his features. For one moment, I gazed, almost stunned with the strangeness of it all. So incongruous, so exposed: it was only a wonder I was so close to him, that I could see him thus. Then I lost the line of thought about where I was and why I was there.


　　I fitted them together. And then the last thing I remembered? My heart began racing at that, because it all came back all at once. I'd felt a sharp push from behind, and then nothing but blackness.


CHAPTER 26 Unraveling The Mystery