"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, wait," I called back. The running figure half away toward the back garden showed no sign of having heard or heeding. Once or twice she threw a look over her shoulder and then shook her head to walk away.


　　I was tired of this game, tired of this run for her attention within my household. The way things were going, it felt like since Jocelyn had put herself back into my life, I didn't share one second alone with Leila. Jocelyn would be here, every time, on time as always, with some pretext or need that took me elsewhere.


　　I caught Leila up at the sliding door and stepped in front of her before she disappeared again. "Leila," I repeated softer now, my hand reaching for her arm. "We need to talk."


　　She hesitated, her gaze flicking past me for a second as if expecting someone to interrupt us. Probably Jocelyn. "Dominic, I don't think…"


CHAPTER 112 Are You And Luca…?