"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

　　Dominic stepped into the room, holding an envelope in his hand, "Mr. Rossini is throwing a party, and he wants me to be there," he said, "You are coming along with me."


　　I looked down at the envelope and back to him, searching his gaze. "Dominic, you know I'm not comfortable in those kinds of places. Those people-"


　　He moved a step closer, eyes hard. "It's time they see who you are. No more hiding in the shadows, Leila. Besides," he added, "I don't trust anyone else in my arms for this."


　　His words stirred something in my chest, warm and soft. Carefully I schooled my face into a mask of neutrality. "Are you sure you want me there? You've never seemed concerned with people's opinions."


　　His fingers danced up the length of my arm, and a wave of warmth washed over me. "Exactly. And I want them to see you, to know you're not going anywhere."


CHAPTER 128 I'm Here With You