"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

　　"They said he's a match!" The silence was suddenly broken by Luca, as sunlight broke through a poor sky, the coming of a storm.


　　"A match?" I repeated, posing a question. I could not believe what he was saying.  This was what we had been wanting to hear, but at the same time this news coming in like a speeding bullet, whizzed past my ears and I almost didn't know how to digest it.


　　"Yeah," Luca agreed, the relief filling his features as cautiously optimistic bravado. "The doctors just told us. Michael is already in preparation for the operation.


　　I had relief and fear running over me in a wave of emotions. "This is it," I whispered, trying to wrap the fact around my mind that we were finally moving forward. "This just might be the miracle we have been praying for."


　　Leila looked at me with big eyes full of both hope and immense terror. "He'll surely survive it right?" she said.


CHAPTER 54 The Waiting Game