"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

　　"Out of my way!" I thundered, voice slicing through chaos like a red-hot knife. Nurses and doctors were going this way and that, faces white and frightened as I stormed through the door of the hospital, Leila unconscious in my arms, her blood staining my shirt.


　　"Get a doctor!" I yelled as less than a fraction of an argument did not slip through. Seriously, my eyes rolled in circles around the room in search of something. "She needs to get help right this minute!"


　　In came a nurse with a rolled-up gurney. "Lay her here, sir. We'll take care of her."


　　I laid her down, shaking, while a glimpse of her pale face made my heart ache to the point of agony. "She's unconscious," I stuttered; "they stabbed her. She needs help."


　　The nurse nodded gravely, her expression serious. "We'll take it from here. Please, step back."


　　"No," I said honestly, all my attention riveted at Leila as they wheeled her away. "I am not leaving her."


CHAPTER 84 Desperate Measures