"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

　　"Was that the right lead?" Alessandro asked, staring around the room as if at any second Robert was going to pop out and tease him.


　　Stefano's arms folded across his chest. His jaw was clamped shut. "The information wasn't bad. We can't control where he hides."


　　"What now?" I exclaimed, sudden hot frustration boiling over. "Waste another hour? He plays games with us on a timeline!"


　　"Dominic, calm down," Stefano said smoothly. "We will regroup. We still have time."


　　"Time?" I snorted. "We have lost a day already. I cannot just stand here, knowing what Luca and Leila are-"


　　"Dominic!" The firmness in Stefano's tone cut through my panic and my gaze locked with his. "We will find them. But we need clear heads."


　　I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. "I'm sorry. It's just…


　　"Just what?" Alessandro prompted, concern etched upon his face.


　　"Every minute, I think about them. What Robert might do."


CHAPTER 99 Confrontation