"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 first light of dawn spilled into the side of the room through the curtain cracks. I opened my eyes a couple of times, trying to shake off the remains of sleep. All the memories from the evening before flashed back: how I carried Leila into her bed and sat beside her, watching her sleep.


　　My eyes turned to her bed naturally. She was lying there so still, peaceful in her sleep- a huge contrast to all the turmoil it must have gone through last night to bring her to a collapse like that; it wrenched at my bottom line to see her lying at the foot of the staircase, unconscious and vulnerable. It was like an instinct, and I just took her in my arms and brought her here, to my room, just as I was taking her in my arms.


CHAPTER 27 Unspoken Tensions