"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 lay at the foot of the bed, my fingers playing with the edges of the blanket. Last night still clung to me. I could barely believe that I was still breathing, much less that I was lying in my room at the mansion. My mind swirled with fear and confusion, and oddly enough, a lingering partiality of warmth from Mr. Anderson's promise to protect me.


　　A soft knock at the door yanked me out of my thoughts. I sat up straight and could feel my heart racing.


　　"Come in," I said a little too loudly, trying to pull my voice to a stable point.


　　The door creaked open, and Luca stepped in with a soft smile before speaking softly, "So, how are you feeling?"


　　I tried to grin back, but it was feeble. "I'm… all right. Just a bit shaken."


　　He pulled a chair from the wall and sat facing me, his arms braced on his knees, his eyes level with mine.


CHAPTER 19 The Unvoiced Intentions