All too late for his love

The Rumpus Club auctioned a woman's first dance, but it was nothing but a farce. Everyone knew it was about wealthy men finding mistresses. No man would spend so much just to dance. There was no such innocent man!

The woman who was auctioned would become a long-term mistress. Willow sat at her vanity, gazing silently at the mirror. What a beautiful face!

She had looked at it for so many years and each time she was still captivated. Even now, sick and thin, her bare face still held stunning beauty.

In some ways, God was fair. Some lacked a beautiful countenance but still lived lives of fulfillment and happiness.

God gave Willow a face many envied but burdened her with a lifetime of pain. If she could choose, she'd prefer an ordinary face to endure less sorrow. Still, she couldn't deny its uses, like at the Rumpus Club.

She heard a stage actor mention a woman auctioning her first dance for 80 million. It was a staggering amount.

Willow had seen the woman's photo. Even with careful photoshopping, she couldn't compare to Willow's ravishing beauty.

Willow had always been reluctant to take that step, even though Zayn didn't want her. She wanted to leave this world with her dignity intact.

But now, she was at her wit's end. She was forced to depart this life in disgrace. There was an important requirement for the women to auction off their first dance.

Rich men sought novelty, preferring pristine mistresses. Willow, having been intimate and a mother, didn't meet the criteria. But in this modern era, technology offered solutions-the fake could become real.

Suppressing humiliation, Willow took some more painkillers and headed to the hospital for restorative surgery.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Post-surgery, the doctor cautioned against marital relations for a month. Willow agreed, but her heart was heavy with desolation. She had come for this surgery solely to earn money that night!

Willow didn't know what sleazy, disgusting old man would be the one to buy her tonight. Thinking of being auctioned off to some fat geezer struck her as hilarious. But the laughter soon turned into the urge to cry.

After tonight, all the things Zayn had said about her would be true. She, Willow, was a flighty, promiscuous woman. Willow was truly filthy.

Earlier that afternoon, Willow had gone to the Rumpus Club. The manager was concerned about the lack of impressive women for auction. But upon seeing Willow, he felt as it his whole world had just lit up.

Without delay, he sent her to the styling tear to have her dolled Alt were dressed in an outfit led up and determined to have her captivate the crowd at the

As Willow was led upstairs to get her makeup done, she was surprised to content is on see Zayn there!

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