"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 is it that you are thinking?"


　　I turned to him, quieting. "We need to strike where it will hurt him the most, and Lure him out."


　　"And precisely how would you suggest we do this?"


　　I read the file again, and in my head, the pieces started falling into place. "Antonio's death set all this in motion. Robert feels he has one over on us because he knows we are responsible. But what if we flip the tables?


　　Stefano raised an eyebrow. "You want to use Antonio as bait."


　　"Exactly," I said, my veins swimming with adrenaline. "We allow a leak, let him think that we have something on Antonio that he does not know anything about. Something that would bring down everything he has ever built."


　　"And you believe he's going to take the bait?"


　　"He's blinded by rage," I said coolly. "He's not thinking clearly. If we dangle the right carrot in front of him, he'll come running."


CHAPTER 93 Game On