"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

　　"Jocelyn, we need to talk," I said the moment I entered the sitting room that had become hers. She looked up with a mock expression of innocence. "What's wrong?"


　　I moved closer, facing her. "Tell me the truth. Why were you in my office last night?"


　　Jocelyn feigned confusion. "I got lost looking for you. Is it such a crime to feel scared and want to be protected?" Her tone was reeking with manipulation, but I wasn't going to buy any of that.


　　I crossed my arms, staring her down. "And you couldn't wait until morning? You thought sneaking around at night would make you feel safer?"


　　She leaned in, her perfume cologne sweet, verging on acrid in the tight space. "I freaked out. I thought I was being watched. I went searching for you because I knew you'd understand."


　　"I pressed harder. "You are lying to me."


　　Her eyes widened, but she held firm. "I'm not lying, Dominic. I came to you because I trust you."


CHAPTER 95 A Ticking Bomb