"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

　　We have not heard any updates for a few days now. Days of straight sleepless nights, prayer after prayer and constantly worrying at each breath Michael took would be his last.


　　So, I was there just around the corner from Michael in a small waiting area, with zero distractions except for staring at that familiar & grimy old wooden floor to keep my mind away from bad places. Dominic and Luca were standing in the hallway, talking to one of the doctors. Their faces were somber but their eyes betrayed defeat as I viewed them through the glass window.


　　Michael's note just kept going around my head. His cute little handwriting, his childlike view of heaven, and how he wanted us to be happy no matter what happened. As much as I didn't want it to, all that would go through my mind was how unbearable I thought it was. For me, this note was a classy comment on what is kept between Michael and my relationship, that it's something I just have to hold on to.


CHAPTER 53 A Ray Of Hope