"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

　　"They're taking her!" I yelled, words no sooner out of my mouth as Alessandro and I skidded to a stop at the edge of campus. What met my eyes sent a cold shiver running down into the bottom of my spine. Four men in masks were shoving Leila into the flank of a black van. She lay limp, unconscious. My heart painfully contracted at that view.


　　We gotta go, Now!" Alessandro yelled out, his eyes wide with alarm.


　　I didn't need to hear anything else. I ran forward, feet pounding the pavement in my frantic attempt at trying to catch up. "Hey!" I loudly called to get the attention of the masked men. "Get away from her!"


　　The others turned their head; behind the mask, his eyes slit. He growled something at the rest of them, and with that, the back door slammed shut and the motor roared to life.


　　"Stop them!" Alessandro yelled, drawing out his gun. He let off two shots in the air, but the van was taking off, screeching its tires.


CHAPTER 82 The Chase Starts