"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 walked, carrying the bags of food into Luca's mansion "Here I brought you your favorite."


　　He hardly even looked at them, his face suddenly devoid of warmth. Do you think bringing me food is going to fix this?


　　It was a gut punch but I did my best to laugh it off. "It's a start, isn't it? Come on, let's eat and talk."


　　He remained rooted to the spot, those hard eyes on me. I saw the walls he had built up around himself; ones I was trying to tear down. What is there to talk about, Dom? Haven't you already said all of that?


　　"I've said some things," I admitted, as we dragged our bags to the table. "But I don't think we've talked. Not like we should."


　　Luca laughed with no humor. And what do you think this conversation is going to achieve? Make me forget how you lied right in my face. Or how you pursued the one person I cared about despite knowing about my feelings?


CHAPTER 58 Lines In The Sand