"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

　　It wasn't that my patience was running thinner than it ever had. I surged up from my seat in frustration and pounded my fist onto the table.


　　"Where is that son of a bitch hiding?" I shouted out loud, the reverberation of my voice off the walls, as I prowled the room like an imprisoned animal. That was the feeling of the walls closing in on me, squeezing out every last ounce of control that I had.


　　Whereas now, Luca and Leila's lives were hanging by a thread, and with each second ticking by, hope was getting torn from me to find them alive.


　　"We're on it," Stefano returned coolly, but something in his tone gave me an edge, and that didn't sit well with me in the least.


　　I whirled at him, flashing. "Working on it? You have been 'working on it' for hours, Stefano! And what do we have? Nothing!" The word was like poison as it fell from my lips.


CHAPTER 96 Deadline Pressure