Eighty-One Counterfeits，The Billionaire's Belated Regret

I was the most pathetic kept woman in the high-society circle.

My billionaire patron was worth countless fortunes, yet every designer handbag and piece of jewelry he ever gave me was a fake.

Even so, I stayed devoted to him.

Whenever he got drunk, I was the one who drove out to pick him up. Whenever he needed a date for a gala or a warm body in his bed, I was on call day and night.

Everyone in his circle laughed behind my back:

"A substitute is just a substitute. She can't even tell real luxury from cheap knockoffs."