"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

　　After getting delayed by an impromptu meeting at the office, I got into the mansion and went directly into my room to take a shower.


　　I stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed. Then I decided to check up on Leila, we haven't spoken again since the confrontation yesterday. "She shouldn't have heard all that," I mumbled.


　　I strode down the hallway in the direction of her room. I knocked twice but there was no response. I opened the door but I was greeted by emptiness.


　　"Leila," I called out, walking into the room, guessing that she might be in the bathroom. But there was no response, she wasn't there.


　　"Where the hell is she?" I muttered, irritation finally rising to the surface.


　　I walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me, and headed for the garden, I noticed it was her favorite place to be in the mansion.


　　"Have you seen Leila?" I asked a young maid who crossed paths with me, keeping my voice low.


CHAPTER 38 Ulterior Motives