"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

　　"Stefano, if you don't stop hovering over me like an overprotective hen, I will have to start collecting rent from you for all the space you're occupying."


　　Stefano's eyes widened, and for a second, he looked every inch like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. "I'm just making sure…"


　　"Making sure of what? That I don't fall over my own feet and into a coma all over again?" I teased, an eyebrow cocked.


　　Alessandro chuckled off to the side, crossing his arms. "Dom. You know how he gets."


　　Stefano crossed his arms over his chest, voice cracking as he muttered, "I just… I thought we might lose you. It's not something I'm ready to experience."


　　It was there, in his tone, but I wasn't about to let him get away with going soft. Not today. "Stefano," I started, laying a crooked knee on the floor and pitching my voice low, "Are you tearing up? Should I get you a tissue? Because I could've sworn I saw one tucked into your shirt pocket."


CHAPTER 110 He'll Find Out Soon