"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

　　I woke to the soft clinking sound of a tray being set down beside me. As my eyes finally focused on the morning light, I blinked my eyes and found Dominic sitting at the edge of the bed holding a tray with a freshly made breakfast on it. Quite the unexpected sight, and…well, comforting for some reason.


　　"Morning," he said, his voice warm in ways I wasn't precisely used to. "I thought you might like breakfast in bed."


　　I stared for a second, trying to process it all. "Good morning," I said, sitting up to feel that soreness from last night. I fought the memories of just how raw things had been between us, pushing any resentment down as I looked upon the spread before me: fresh fruit, eggs, toast, and coffee… things I hadn't had in a while.


　　He handed me a glass of orange juice, and sat back, never once taking his eyes off of me as I took a tentative sip. "I thought we could go see your brother today. What do you think?"


CHAPTER 125 Defending