"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

　　"Antonio?" The word squeaked out of my mouth as my face rose in surprise.


　　Robert grinned at me, pleased with the reaction. "Surprised?"


　　I blinked, trying to connect the dots. Antonio… he used to work for Dominic. He was one of Dominic's favorites until Dominic had him killed. Betrayal was what Dominic had called it. Yet here, right in front of me, Robert was telling me he was Antonio's Father.


　　"Your son was Antonio?" I stammered, outright in shock.


　　Hardness was instant in Robert's face, smirking playfulness of less than a second before replaced in an instant with something infinitely darker. "Yes, my only son." His voice was cold, laced with venom. "And Dominic murdered him. He trusted Antonio, Antonio trusted him, but when it came down to crunch time Dominic shot him down like he wasn't even anything."


CHAPTER 71 Deal With The Devil