"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

　　"Need a hand with that?" Mia's voice chimed in from behind, breaking the silence in the kitchen.


　　My head jerked back and I spun around. Mia appeared at the door with her radiant smile, a smile that was starting to grow annoyingly common. "I'm fine, Mia," I replied, turning my attention back to the vegetables I was chopping.


　　Nonsense, Mia said as she walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife off the counter. "Let me help. We used to do everything together before, remember?


　　I nodded, hands still occupied cutting. "I remember."


　　Saying in a cheerful tone as she continued to chop, "Those were short good times… I was your first friend when you newly came into the mansion. We were inseparable."


　　"Yeah," I murmured, focusing on getting the food prepared and less about this nattering. The way she was speaking left me uneasy. She almost seemed to be pushing too hard for me to remember what has already been, memories I was more than happy not revisiting.


CHAPTER 59 A Fake Friendship