"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 pulled my face away from the plate and looked up at him. "It's going to be hard, but I'll try my best." 


　　Dominic nodded, and the seriousness of the eyes replied, "I get you. This is meant for you to relax and forget about anything that might be bothering you." 


　　"Thank you," I whispered. "Incredibly, that does mean a lot to me."


　　The rest of dinner passed in a merry haze of talk and laughter. Dominic was very engaging, and his stories and anecdotes caught at my interest. I must have laughed a lot more than I had in many days; through his company, the weight of my cares was lightened, at least for the time being.


　　His gaze was lingering, getting me nervous. The night wore on, and it couldn't be denied in a deeper sense, there was something special about us tonight. Dominic was being delicate in his motions and long in his gazes.


CHAPTER 42 Call Me Dominic