"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 could see Mr. Rossini across the room, sipping his drink with a nonchalance that sickened me all the while keeping Jocelyn firmly by his side. Serene, they were entertained.  But something in my bones whispered that their tranquility was premeditated, just like this whole scheme they had pulled on me tonight.


　　I strode over without second thoughts, cutting through the guests in knots with a purposefulness that parted the crowd before me. Reaching them, I didn't waste time with pleasantries.


　　"Mr. Rossini," I said, my voice cold. He turned with slow deliberation, a lazy smile spreading as he glanced over at Jocelyn, then returned his gaze to me.


　　"Ah, Dominic." His voice was unruffled, "Is there a problem?"


　　I nudged my teeth together. "Where is Leila?"


　　Mr. Rossini took a sip of his drink, the corner of his lip curling. "Leila?" he repeated, "I assumed she was with you."


　　"Stop the games," I growled, "I know you know something. I want answers."


CHAPTER 131 Good Luck, Dominic