"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 sat in my office, staring at the ceiling, the conversation between Luca and me replaying in my head.


　　"If I don't do something, Leila is going to ruin everything," I muttered under my breath, pacing in circles around my office.


　　Thoughts raced through my mind, but the solution to this mess eluded me. I couldn’t afford to drag my feet any longer. Luca was right- the relationship, already hanging by a thread, was on the verge of becoming completely unrecoverable.


　　Our business was at risk, and this kid was tearing everything apart. I needed to get a handle on it before things spiraled out of control.


　　I pounded my fist onto the desk. The loud echo of that action stayed in the room. "Damn it, Dominic. Get a grip."


CHAPTER 61 Taking Control