"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

　　And there I was at  Leila's door, tightening my fists again on my sides. Mia's words kept firing off in my head like a cerebral grenade: sharp and acerbic with the payload of a sickly poison dart. I could hardly wrap my wits around what the hell I was listening to. What kind of girl did I know all along? How could someone who called herself her friend  ever feel this sick? My mind blushed with fury, but I somehow had to keep my head cool. There were questions that needed answers, and she was the only one to do it.


　　At last, it creaked open on its rusty hinges, and there stood before me, face white as though she had seen death itself, with eyes red from crying. It tugged at something inside me, to her vulnerabilities etched into every one of her features. I shoved it aside.


　　"Mr. Anderson," her voice was shivering, as though she was on the threshold of tears.


CHAPTER 32 The Unveiling Of Betrayal