"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

　　Entering, across the vast foyer, warm inside, contrasting with that coolness outside, was Mia. Something widened in her gaze at the sight of the bags in my hands. Something flickered in those eyes, something I couldn't fathom.


　　"Mia," I said, my voice shaking barely a little. "I, well- I got those for you." I passed her the bags, trying not to note with too much attention just a hint of the shaking in my hands. "Luca said it was quite all right, so I thought you might like them."


　　Her gaze slid from the bags to mine, and for a moment, she just stared; impossible to read her expression. She reached out slowly, taking the bags from me. "You really shouldn't have," she said, her voice tight.


　　"I wanted to," I replied, trying to say it smoother than the words could betray. "Ever since I first saw you, you have been nice to me since my arrival, and I kinda thought this could be one way of saying thank you."


CHAPTER 14 You Belong To Me