"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

　　"Leila, we are here for you, we're not going anywhere," Luca said emphatically. "Michael is going to get the help he needs."


　　The hours zipped by between me stressing and hoping. Each time the door opened, my heart leaped into my throat as I prayed for good news. The hours tickled mercilessly on us, second by slow motion agonizing second.


　　At last, the doctor came back down from Michael's room with a somewhat nonencouraging expression. "I'm sorry, but the donor wasn't a match," He announced.


　　Time stopped as the doctor delivered his news. I felt the death grip Leila had on my hand, so tight with pain I knew she was about ready to pass out. But I didn't mind. The pain could not be compared to the heartbreak I witnessed on her.


　　"No, no," Leila breathed, with a little shake of denial. She looked up at him, his eyes peering into the abyss for a glimpse of something to provide solace.


CHAPTER 49 This Isn't Over Yet