"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

　　"Is he going to make it?" slipped out before the censor in my head could catch it. The nurse didn't even glance at me, her face was about as flat as the fluorescent lights overhead.


　　"He's in a critical condition," she dodged, skirting around the question. "But we're doing all we can."


　　I balled my fists and fought to hang on. The truth was alive in the air, and it was choking me. Dominic wasn't getting better. He was disappearing a lot faster than anyone was ready and willing to acknowledge. And if he were to die…


　　Alessandro flashed into my line of vision, his face unreadably grave. He hadn't spoken with me much since I'd come, and gave only the usual brusque nod of greeting. He no doubt was thinking I was in shock as well as the rest, in fear for Dominic's life. The reason was so much more calculated.


CHAPTER 107 Cracks In The Facade