"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

　　The entire ballroom was waiting. The soft hum of conversation, the chinking of glasses, the music that had stopped just before my voice sliced through the silence- all of them, all of it, present here to celebrate her. I went numb, my eyes raking over the throngs of people until they scanned the sea for just that one face, and hardened the minute I found her radiating an aura of looking rather more than I had ever seen her.


　　I cleared my throat, smoothing out nerves that had no place in a man like me. Yet there they were, clinging tenaciously to my voice when I spoke:.


　　Thank you all for coming out tonight. It is, as it were, a special occasion. For not only is it the birthday of an outstanding woman, but I-hope the moment my voice cracked, a huff of breath, words slowing as I did the work with my eyes-"Have something else to share."


CHAPTER 136 Will You Marry Me?