"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

　　The haunted mansion still echoed with the soundless echo of my footsteps as my mind ran a marathon through the whirlwind of what almost happened with Luca. Something went wrong between us, though I couldn't put my finger over it. The cause was enough for an alarm. I hoped hopelessly to shove it out of my mind, but maybe Mia could take me out of this.


　　First, I visited her room, but she was not there. Logically, after that was the kitchen, but she wasn't there either. I asked one that passed me, "Have you seen Mia?"


　　"Yeah, I've just seen her go to your room a few minutes ago. Haven't you seen her?" the maid replied, puzzled.


　　"Mia was in my room?" I repeated, half to myself now, because something didn't quite hit well in my head. Just that had realized it way too late, my eyes flew open wide this time to start scanning the room for her.


CHAPTER 22 Whispers In The Garden