"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

　　"Just drop it, Luca," I whispered.


　　Standing beside me, he was fixated on Dominic lying still, attached to machines that mocked life. "You don't have to, Leila. I can manage. You've been here every day, hardly sleeping."


　　"I need to be here," I pressed, my throat tight. "What if… what if he wakes up and I'm not here? What if he-" The sentence couldn't find its end, crushed like weight squeezed the breath out of me.


　　Luca's comforting hand came up against my shoulder, heavy against the joints of my arm. "You're going to drive yourself into the ground. I won't let that happen."


　　I nailed my gaze on him, fighting this pang of guilt that just about wanted to carve its place in my chest. The concern in his eyes was too much already. "I'm fine," I said again.


　　"You're not, he returned coolly, an edge of firmness to it. Look at yourself, Leila, you're exhausted, and staying alone at Dominic's apartment isn't helping you one bit."


CHAPTER 103 Strength In Silence