"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

　　"Do you want to go with me to the library?" Chloe, my roommate, asked so brightly that her green eyes shone with friendliness.


　　I looked up from my bed where I had been pretending to read the same page of some textbook for half an hour. "Uh, maybe later," I lied with a forced smile. "I'm just, not feeling it right now."


　　Chloe angled a head to one side, and the bouncy curls of blond hair obligingly followed the action. "Leila, you've been here nearly two weeks and you barely say anything to anyone. I haven't seen you make a friend yet. You sure everything's okay?" She sat on the edge of her bed, eyes fixed at me with real interest.


　　"Yeah, everything's fine," I lied, my fingers clamping down a little more tightly on the edges of my book. God, I hated she was nice. It made it harder to keep my distance. "I just...I'm not used to this place yet. That's all."


CHAPTER 69 New Faces, Old Wounds