"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

　　"We're running around in circles, Stefano," I growled, flinging yet another useless document onto the pile. "Every lead we chase down turns into nothing. It's like he's toying with us."


　　Stefano scowled, bending over the maps sprawled across the table. "We're missing something, Dominic. There's got to be a way to corner him."


　　"Robert's not some street thug," Alessandro snarled, each word dripping with ire. "This is something he's been planning for years. He knows how we run. He knows how you think, Dominic."


　　I fisted my hands, my anger bubbling just below my skin. "So what are you precisely saying? That we fold?"


　　"No," Stefano said; his voice firm, his eyes caught and held mine. "I'm saying we change strategy. We've been playing on defense this whole time. We need to go on the offense."


CHAPTER 88 A Desperate Plan