"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

　　Trying to be strong, I walked into Michael's hospital room. The room was silent, save for the gentle beeping of machines that were more or less keeping him alive. With those crisp white sheets around his small frame, he looked even more fragile than usual and my heart broke for him all over again. My baby brother battling a fight no child should ever have to endure.


　　As I started walking towards the bed, my eye caught something. Beside him, a small, crumpled piece of paper lay next to his favorite car. I felt a knot in my chest as I stretched out for it, wondering what could be inside.


　　The response was short,  a single page of notes, folded in half, written in those funny bumpy letters I knew were Michael's. I gasped for a little air after I read his choked out words.


　　'I'm sorry I got sick. I don't want to make you sad.'


　　'You're the best sister ever. I love you so much. Don't be sad if I have to go to heaven.'


CHAPTER 51 Don't Forget Me