"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'll take the couch," I said, throwing a pillow and a blanket on the couch. "You can take the room." I pointed toward the direction of the room. There was only one bedroom, a bed. But it was safe, and that was all that mattered for this moment.


　　Leila blinked, no doubt, I could see fear welling up within her, after what had gone on this evening. "You don't need to do that," she said so low, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I mean. You've done so much already. I can take the couch."


　　"You are being ridiculous," I said, sounding exasperated. "You need that bed a lot more than I do. I will be fine."


　　Her eyes raked over mine for a second, hard and longing for the truth in my sincerity. "Fair enough."


　　"I'm still kinda scared, but…thank…thank you, Mr. Anderson."


　　I only nodded toward her, then to the bedroom. "Get some sleep, you're safe here. We'll head back to the mansion first thing in the morning."


CHAPTER 18 Hidden Feelings