"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 had barely left the ball when the coolness of the evening air fanned that fire that seemed to flare to life in my chest. Panic gnawed at me- twisted with every passing second that produced nothing of Leila. Languid with her missing, it pressed upon my mind with dark possibilities swirling inside of it.


　　"Listen up!" I bellowed loudly enough for the security guards and anyone else within earshot to hear. "I want every square inch of this estate turned inside out and upside down. No stone left unturned. Grounds, rooms, garage, everywhere. Find her. And report directly to me."


　　And there, in the black rectangle of the doorframe, stood Jocelyn: level-eyed, her lips twisting wryly up into that self-satisfied half-smile of hers. A look to make my blood boil, and I needed to fist my hands just to stop myself from blowing there and then.


　　"Do you think, we are hiding her in here, Dominic?" she purred innocently.


CHAPTER 132 I'll Find Her