"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

　　"Dominic, my boy! You are as fit as ever!" boomed the voice of thunder that was Mr. Rossini's down the hall as he stepped into the mansion, a wide grin spreading across his face as he opened his arms.


　　I'd stood a little off to the side, just watching this whole scene go down. He was, of course, flanked by Jocelyn, her presence as overbearing as ever, and behind them a few men lugging along some pretty-high-dollar presents: boxes of fine wine, tailored suits, rare cigars. What was no doubt a grand gesture did nothing but heighten the unease settling into my chest.


　　"Mr. Rossini," Dominic said, unfolding himself from the couch to greet the older man. He set a firm handshake, his face cordial but a distance away, a welcome warmth that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble."


CHAPTER 111 Am I Interrupting Something?