"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

　　"What are you doing here, Jocelyn?" I asked. She stepped further into my study, and my eyes narrowed on her form. I kept my tone even, my voice did not rise, but inside my patience was running low.


　　Dominic, is that any way to greet me?" she said, hinting at a soft laugh as if we were some sort of old buddies reunited. Farther into the room, she let the door swing shut behind her; her gaze scanned across the desk, littered with maps and documents. "I was worried about the trouble with Robert, and I wanted to see how you were holding up. I'm worried about you."


　　Worried?" I jeered at her, with abundant sarcasm. "When, precisely, did you get worried on my behalf, Jocelyn?"


　　She shrugged that shoulder, wearing that innocently sweet smile, one she was forever using to get her way, spreading across her face. "Since you came to warn my father and me about Robert. It has weighed upon my mind ever since."


CHAPTER 89 Unwelcome Visits