"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

　　"Leila, you have to eat something," the sound of Luca's voice managed to cut through the haze in my head but I barely even registered him standing beside me, I was staring out of the window of the hospital room at nothing, the only thing anchoring me into the present, the beeping, beeping, beeping of Dominic's heart monitor.


　　"I'm not hungry," I whispered low, my voice hoarse from days of not sleeping or eating from constant crying.


　　"You haven't eaten in hours." A hand came into view, sitting gently on my shoulder, but I didn't turn toward him. "This isn't healthy, Leila. You can't keep punishing yourself this way."


　　"I'm not punishing myself," I lied. The fact was, I couldn't shake off this weight of crushing heavy feelings of guilt gnawing at me while watching Dominic waste away, my mind consistently betraying me with thoughts of Luca.


　　"You are," he whispered, easing himself down beside me. "You think this is your fault, don't you?"


CHAPTER 104 Weight Of Guilt