"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 ran down the hall, panting, fighting to hold it together. My hands shook, and my chest felt crushed under the weight of guilt pressing down on me. But the voice still echoing in my mind- an endless refrain- was Luca's.


　　How could we possibly figure it out if, in just a minute, Dominic might wake up, and with that, the truth would explode?


　　I spun around, heading back, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot as a figure filled the doorway. Jocelyn stood there, a smug, infuriatingly amused glint in her eyes, her lips curled in a smile that made my stomach churn.


　　"What are you doing here?" I asked, suspicion lacing my voice.


　　She tilted her head back, feigning innocence. "Just checking on Dominic. You know it's only a matter of time before he wakes up."


　　My heart raced. "W-what are you talking about?"


　　Jocelyn leaned closer, her voice low and dripping with malice. "Oh, didn't you know? His hand just moved."


CHAPTER 109 Three Weeks