"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

　　"Jason, stop," I pleaded in a trembling voice as I stepped backward. Just as the yard had dimmed, so too had Jason been inching closer toward me, and his face contorted with wickedness.


　　"Stop? But we are just getting to the middle of it, Leila," he snarled at me, blocking my only way out. "You think you can just keep pushing me and pushing me? I have already crossed my patience."


　　I looked maniacally around me, my heart racing, hoping just possibly someone would cross my path. But it was late and the campus was deserted. "Jason this isn't right, just leave me alone."


　　He let out a low laugh; his body slid closer. "Nobody's here to save you. It's just you and me." He held his hand out in front of him, allowing a soft brush against my arm. A shudder ran over me as my skin crawled from his touch.


　　I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice firm and not shaky. "I'm not afraid of you."


CHAPTER 80 Attack Night