"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

　　As soon as I stepped into Dominic's room, this gut-wrenching feeling formed at the bottom of my stomach that told me something was off. Of course, the farther my eyes swept across the scene before me, the worse it all seemed: Dominic was sprawled on his couch shirtless, in a highly relaxed posture; the same one he always wore, where he was too relaxed; Leila slept on his bed, her clothes scattered across the floor, thrown off in some urgency.


　　I felt every muscle in my body tighten, "Dominic," I snarled, advancing another step, my fists clenched.


　　He turned his head slowly, laying one finger over his lips as his eyes shone like bright jewels with some kind of sick delight. "Shh… you'll wake her."


　　Every shred of control I had broke in that instant. My voice was low, venomous. "What did you do to her?"


CHAPTER 123 I Would Fight For Her