"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 knelt beside me and took my hand in his. "We're going to do everything we can. We have to believe that he'll be alright. You have to be strong, Leila.


　　"I don't know if I can," I choked out. "He's my brother, the only family I have left. He's everything."


　　Dominic squeezed my hand. "I know. We'll get through this."


　　We sat in expectant silence, every little noise in the hallway making my heart leap. Minutes ticked by like a long, drawn-out nightmare.


　　Finally, a doctor came in. His eyes were red from the lack of sleep, his face quite serious. Dominic and I rose, our hearts in our throats.


　　Michael's condition is critical," he informed us. "We are doing everything in our power, but we do have to be realistic. His chances are slim."


　　"No," I whispered, "No, there has to be something that can be done. I can't lose him," I cried out, clutching onto Dominic's shirt.


CHAPTER 47 Desperate Times