"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

　　"Can we see him now?" I was barely holding back tears as I asked the doctor, hanging on his every word.


　　The doctor nodded, a small smile mellowing his countenance. "He's still very frail but you can come see him"


　　I looked over at Dominic; he gave me a reassuring nod. We all made our way to Michael's room, and this time Luca was following us as we went. The hallway went on forever, each step heavy with fear and hope. Closer to the door, my hand hovered over the handle.


　　"Leila, It's going to be alright," Dominic whispered, a hand on my back.


　　"Yeah…" I responded, but it came out dead and hollow. I had to believe him. Still, Michael would look white and vulnerable lying unconscious there, and that might shatter me.


CHAPTER 55 A Sliver Of Hope