"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

　　Luca was pacing in front of me, his fists clenched at his sides. "So what's this about Dominic, another lecture?"


　　"Luca, we need to talk," I tried to keep my voice even, but it buckled like a live wire. "There's something in the air, a threat, serious. I think somehow it's connected to Antonio."


　　Luca stopped pacing abruptly and turned toward me. Cold as ice, words started to seep from between his lips: "Antonio? Did the number call again?"


　　I bit hard on the surge. "Yes, and It's not just about that. It's about where that call is coming from. You know the place."


　　"Where's the call coming from?" Luca crossed his arms. "You got Stefano tracking it, don't you? So, what's the big deal?"


　　I repeated, by now leaning more forward. "Something deeper. It's not some kind of threat out of the blue. It's personal, Luca. To either of us."


　　Luca snorted, running a hand through his hair. "Personal to you, maybe. Not to me."


CHAPTER 72 Brewing Storms