"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

　　"That's just so great, isn't it? All of us for dinner," Jocelyn trilled, the only light in an oppressive atmosphere that brooded over the table like a storm cloud.


　　I shifted in my seat as the tension rolling off Dominic from across the table crawled over my skin. His gaze set on Luca and never strayed, cold and unblinking, like a predator who would bide his time, waiting for just the right moment to strike. Every time he looked at Luca, my heart cramped up into a tiny ball, afraid any second it was going to go upside our heads.


　　"Yeah, it's nice," Luca said. His voice was low and he cut into his steak with maddening slowness. Even enough in tone, but I saw his jaw clench, and the hold on the knife tightened. He'd felt it, too, Dominic's anger simmering, just waiting to boil over.


CHAPTER 119 Did You Enjoy It?