"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

　　"Leave me alone, Jason," I said, trying to sound firm, but even to my ears my voice seemed to shake with every word, as the beat of my heart thundered heavily within my ears with a set pace of movement backward, placing distance between us in safety.


　　"Ah, come on, Leila." Jason sneered; the action ran a chilly wave down my spine as he leaned against the wall, blocking my way.


　　"You don't have to be that cold. I just want to talk."


　　"I have nothing to say to you," I replied as my hands gripped the strap of my bag so firmly my knuckles had turned white. "Leave me alone."


　　Jason's eyes flashed dark, and he pushed off the wall, stepping closer. "You're acting like I'm some kind of monster. All I'm asking for is a little bit of your time."


　　"And I'm telling you I'm not interested," I shot back, my voice shaking more now. I hated how weak I sounded, hated that I couldn't muster more strength. But the truth was, I was terrified of him."


CHAPTER 78 Unwanted Attention