"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

　　The party was at an upscale blast, replete with loud music and full-throated laughter, but even from clear across the room, I could feel the eyes of Mr. Rossini locked on me. I had just about reached for a drink when he nodded towards himself, his eyes brimming with purpose. I knew that look too well, it was a call to business.


　　He pulled me from the music and laughter down a maze of corridors into his private study. A rich scent of leather and the faint smell of smoke greeted me as he closed the door behind us, muffling the sounds of the party into the distance. He did not waste one single moment.


　　"Dominic, I have an opportunity that could alter the course of our family histories," he whispered, "One that would assure your position atop the pinnacle of our world."


　　I arched an eyebrow, "I'm listening."


CHAPTER 129 A Marriage