"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

　　It felt like the anger had planted a seed in my chest, and I couldn't get away from it. Dominic had crossed a line this time. Each passing second of not knowing where Leila was like the knife inside of me twisted just a little more. He thinks he can just hide her; he thinks he is in control of every piece on the board. But I wasn't just another pawn. Not anymore.


　　I had to start with some kind of search however I could, supported by the staff. Dominic wasn't careless; he didn't leave a trail anywhere. Yet, someone had to know something. A house this big could never hold secrets for long. My first stop was Mia.


　　I saw her in the hall and walked up to her where she balanced a tray piled high with linens. "Mia, do you know where Leila or Michael are?"


　　She looked around the hall nervously. "Mr. Luca. I think they left early this morning. They packed a lot of bags."


CHAPTER 67 A Secret Ally