"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

　　"Dominic!" I yelled the moment I entered through the grand high-ceilinged entrance of the mansion. Familiar scents of polished wood and fresh flowers welcomed me, but there lay no warmth here, much as was the case with the man owning the place.


　　"I brought some important documents from my father. He insisted that I deliver them personally."


　　Dominic came downstairs impassive from the top of the stairs, almost as if it would have been out of character if he'd looked different. He came downstairs deliberately in measured steps. "Your father has never sent you to deliver anything in person before," he said flatly. "He always sends his assistant."


　　I dredged up my most angelic smile, the one that got me out of trouble more times than I could count. "This is different, Dominic. It's highly confidential. He didn't trust anyone else with it."


CHAPTER 74 Feigned Innocence