"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 burst the door to his office open with my hand and walked inside. "Where is she, Dominic?"


　　The wood paneling on the walls of the big room seemed to add resonance to my voice as it exploded around. The man behind the gleaming oak desk stayed unreadable; he always did. It was always that same mask of cold impassivity.


　　Dominic leaned back in his leather chair, fingers steepled in front of him, the picture of control- calm as ever. "Are you referring to Leila?" His voice was so measured, that it bordered on boredom.


　　I took one step forward, fists clenched at my sides. "You know damn well who I'm talking about. You sent her away without telling me. What the hell were you thinking? Is this your way of working things out? Is this your way of proving that you care about our relationship?"


CHAPTER 66 Lines In The Sand