"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

　　No sooner had we entered the hospital than my eyes went forward, and my heart leaped into flight as they fell on Dominic standing and waiting by the entrance. His body was casually leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes fixed on me and Luca with a severe intensity. There was something dark in his gaze, something intense that made the fine hairs at the back of my neck rise.


　　"Dominic," I called brightly, but from the slight narrowing of his eyes, as they went to Luca, I knew all I needed to know. He wasn't happy. Not one bit.


　　"Sorry we're late," Luca said offhandedly as he laid his hand lightly against the small of my back as we closed in on Dominic. "Traffic was a nightmare."


CHAPTER 63 Hidden Tensions