Sold at the Underground Auctio

After my father died, my stepmother took me to an underground auction.

But unexpectedly, I gained a tall patron boyfriend!

I thought I was just a substitute for his first love.

But it turned out his first love was me!

My father had died, and my stepmother brought me to an underground auction. She wanted to sell me.

I had always been beautiful since childhood, especially my eyes, which were clear and captivating.

I was Talia Chasey, twenty-four years old.

My father had just passed away, and my stepmother sold me to an underground palace, where I realized it was an auction.

I was surprised that Lost Hollow had an underground auction. I knew Lost Hollow was a circle and residence for the wealthy, but I didn't know there was such an underground market.

I was attending university in Lost Hollow. My father wasn't kind to me; I survived by earning money myself and using the property my mother left me.

My mother had a mysterious identity, but she was deeply in love and had poor health, passing away when I was in high school.

When my mother was alive, my father didn't dare to do anything, but now he was living off her.

I only remembered that my mother's family was very wealthy. She had a falling out with her family to marry my father and moved to a small county to live her life.

After she passed away, my father couldn't stand the loneliness and had already found a mistress when my mother was seriously ill.

Unfortunately for him, all her property was left to me, under my name.

That was why my father couldn't do anything to me and chose to ignore me.

After graduating from high school, I used the last of the property my mother left me to attend university.

My father was so angry with me that he ended up in the hospital. To protect myself from him and my stepmother, I chose to spend all that money.

But this also played into my stepmother's hands. She had a daughter named Ariella Ellis, who shared her surname.

She hated me, and I hated her even more.

I knew deeply that without an education, I couldn't achieve anything.

Art university was the most expensive.

I just wanted to be an art teacher; I had no grand ambitions.

Thinking about this, I sighed at the hardships of my life.

See, now I was sold to this kind of auction, and I had to find a patron.

I sighed; this was my life.

Laughable and pitiful.

I observed that everyone here was wearing masks.

A woman wearing a pink mask and a pink wrap skirt bound my wrists with a soft leather strap and took me to a room.

Today, I was wearing a white oversized T-shirt, light blue skinny jeans, and black and white canvas shoes.

I looked like a poor student, completely out of place in this opulent palace.

The woman in pink injected me with something unknown and untied the strap on my wrists.

I immediately felt weak; let alone fighting or escaping, I didn't even have the strength to raise my hand to slap someone.

My mood was even more unsettled, not knowing who would buy me.

The woman drew a bath for me. Although her actions were gentle, I still felt a chill and shuddered.

I said, "I'll wash myself; you can just help me with my back!"

The woman didn't say anything and left, closing the door.

The bathroom here was large, with a window blocked by wire mesh and a screen.

Even if I had the strength to escape, I couldn't get away.

Oh well, let it be.

I comforted myself and took a good bath.

The things here were beyond what I could afford or use.

After the bath, I wrapped myself in a towel.

Then someone came to apply body lotion, put on a face mask, trim my nails, and do hair care.

After a series of treatments, they started skincare and hand care.

I looked at myself in the mirror and almost didn't recognize myself.

I was wearing a white off-shoulder backless dress, with extremely soft fabric.

It felt like wearing a cloud. Seeing my jeans and white T-shirt, I clenched my hands.

After changing, they did my hair, giving me slight curls, curling the ends and my bangs.

Then they applied a popular makeup that highlighted both purity and allure, enhancing my elegance.

My skin looked pale, but after makeup, it looked much rosier.

My almond-shaped eyes were extremely charming, with each eyelash curled.

My shoulders and knees were also rosy, and my hair was let down. My face was small and delicate, with lips as pink and tender as jelly. I admired my appearance.

The woman in pink with a mask tied a white bow around my neck, adorned with a heart-shaped diamond.

I was blindfolded and led to a soft carpet. I wasn't wearing shoes and wondered why.

Someone pressed me down to sit, and then I heard thunderous applause.

I removed the ribbon from my face, and the audience below became even more excited, praising my beauty.

The host quieted the audience. I observed that I was now in a large transparent box resembling a gift box. Looking up, I saw a white bow ribbon on the box, and feather wings were attached to my back. I was a bit scared.

The host said, "We are about to present the final auction item! It's called the Pure White Angel!"

"Ah, she's as beautiful as an angel!"...

The murmurs from the audience continued, and the host looked satisfied with the scene below.

"I believe everyone can't wait! Starting at three hundred thousand, bid for our Pure White Angel, and both the gift box and the angel will be delivered to your home!"

"Five hundred thousand!" a fat man wearing a black mask bid.

"Five hundred fifty thousand!"

"Eight hundred thousand!" the fat man continued to raise the price.

I clenched my hands, but I didn't even have the strength to tremble. The drug made me drowsy. In my mind, I mocked myself that I was quite valuable.

I looked at the man whose face was so fat it seemed to be dripping oil. No one dared to bid against him; I was afraid I could only be bought by this pervert.

"One million!" a man wearing a white mask with gold trim in the front row of the auction raised his sign, and there were whispers from the audience.

He glanced at his watch without looking at me.

He just slightly glanced at me, and I looked at him.

It felt like time stopped; he had a regal aura sitting there.

Like a tiger among a pack of wild dogs, he was impossible not to notice.

He had brown hair parted three to seven, wearing a European handmade bespoke white shirt with a ruby adornment at the collar, clearly very expensive.

He had long legs and was playing with a gemstone ring on his index finger, which seemed to be a golden snake ring.

I observed this man; even with the mask, I could see his skin and prominent nose.

He didn't look like a pervert, so my anxious heart relaxed a bit.

But unexpectedly, the fat man raised the bid to one million two hundred thousand.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I shouted in my mind, "Oh my god, someone save me!"

Unexpectedly, the noble-looking man gave a charming cold smile and said, "Two million!"

The fat man sheepishly stopped talking. The bodyguard next to the man in white said something to the fat man, and the fat man immediately knelt on the ground.

"Mr., Mr. Morris, I didn't recognize you! I didn't know it was you!"