"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

　　I was standing in the doorway of Jason's dorm room, my voice low, dripping defiance. The hall was silent, the door clicking shut behind me with that ringing finality that sounded just like a trap springing shut. Jason was leaning against his desk, arms folded, a smug smile spreading across his face as he eyed me up and down.


　　"You came," he said, amusement dancing in his voice like he hadn't expected me to. "How surprising."


　　"I'm not playing games," I crossed my arms. "You wanted to see me, so now here I am. What do you want?"


　　Jason peeled himself off the desk and strode toward me with that slow, tall gait that somehow managed to exude broadness and an intimidating frame. Gleaming eyes stared back at me in that predator look so capable of sending cold chills down my spine. I didn't move.


CHAPTER 76 Spoilt Brat