"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 slowly nodded, knowing that there was so much more to it, but I wouldn't press her on this. "Okay, well, if you need me I'm here."


　　Mia simply shrugged, and inside, I sighed, puzzled over what could be wrong. Before I had the chance to ponder much longer, however, the intercom buzzed, and Mr. Anderson's voice filled the room.


　　"Leila, ten minutes, we're leaving."


　　His words alone strummed my heart like the tight strings of a violin. "I'll be right back," I told Mia, turning to leave. "I'll see you later, then?"


　　"Sure," she murmured, her stare already grazing me.


　　I quickened my steps, and down the hallway, a shiver ran through me. Mr. Anderson loomed there in the entryway, and he was just staring at the door, no, so that's how he had been a while ago: coming down the stairs with that stoic mask set hard.


CHAPTER 15 A Gift