"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 watched Jocelyn go on and on about how close we used to be. I wasn't interested in this conversation and I don't know why she's saying all of this.


　　"That was a long time ago, Jocelyn. Things change." I replied to her.


　　She continued talking and I said nothing. I could sense the frustration in her tone, she wanted me to react, but I wasn't going to.


　　The servant who I had instructed to get her something to drink came back this time with a tray in his hand and set a glass of wine in front of her.


　　She took a sip of the wine and kept talking about the past times that I didn't want to revisit. Since high school, Jocelyn had been no less than a thorn in my side, always so possessive, even then, with her trying to claim me in ways I'd never agree to. And if she saw me with any other girl, she'd go out of her way to make their lives hell. And always got away with it, due to her father's influence.


CHAPTER 75 Unseen Dangers