Billionaire's Masked Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

“ What’s wrong honey ? “ asked mr Carlo . “ There’s definitely something wrong but I just can’t point out what . “ said madam Lydia . “ What are you saying ? I don’t follow you . “ said mr Carlo. “ Honey , don’t you find it strange that a billionaire is fascinated with our daughter enough to marry her ? “ said madam Lydia . “ No , I don’t . Our daughter is awesome . She definitely managed to get his heart . Otherwise why would he marry her ? “ said mr Carlo . “ Think about it . No matter how busy one’s parents are they will definitely attend the wedding of their child but Massimo’s parents weren’t at the wedding and they did a simple wedding when billionaire people’s actual wedding is a big

my father says, stepping forward, "but this union was never meant to be a love match. It was only ever business. The fact that Xavier and your sister fell in love was only a lucky incident." "You are our only hope now. You have to get married today; you just have to," Mother said. I considered her words. I knew she was right. Without Sinclair's investment, Eldora would go bankrupt. As much as I hated to admit it, we were royally screwed if a wedding didn't take place today. Not many people knew about Kathrine's and Xavier's engagement, and the few that knew were made to sign an NDA. From what I know, that was the only condition Kathrine had when agreeing to the engagement. My taking her plac

I ask, watching them knock on the window begging for Bronx to roll it down and answer questions. “I’ll show you in the morning, Baby.” He sighs, sounding frustrated. In the morning, he shows me the newspaper the hotel brings with breakfast. Sure enough, there we were on the sixth page. The headline reads ‘Wedding Bells for Billionaire Mason?’ In smaller letters below, it says ‘World’s Most Eligible Bachelor, Officially Off the Market’.The short article called him mysterious and called me a petite bombshell, possibly an up-and-coming model. Maybe even an indie rock star based on my unusual hair and eye color. They even try to guess how much he spent on my wedding rings. There is a grainy pict

“What makes you think I am going to come to one of those boring party with you? I told you I don't want to be seen with you in public, are you rebelling?“ May asked him, her arms crossed on her body. He chuckled a bit, then his face went serious when he saw her glare. She had always heard stories about clingy billionaires like him who thinks the world revolves around them. He promised to protect her, is he going to break that promise this soon? “It's a mask party. You don't have to show your face, you can continue being a mystery woman.“ He replied her. A masked party? What's this? Halloween happened already and she is not aware? Why does rich people like these boring mask parties? What if s

And then—of course—three men in tuxedos appear, all fake smiles and expensive watches “Volkov! Been looking for you everywhere.” “Who’s the stunning creature?” “Congratulations on the engagement, by the way.” I wanted to die. Nicholas keept one arm locked around me while he shook hands, introducing me as “my Serene,” voice dripping possession. The whole time the vibrator pulsed lazily, reminding me I’m one button press away from disaster. One of the men. A silver fox, wedding ring glinting, let his gaze crawl over me too long. “Red really is your color, Miss Serene. Care to dance later?” Nicholas’s grip turned bruising. His smile got arctic.

“That’s a big deal. Decades of legacy. It has to be something grand, but unique too.” Zac nodded, watching her intently. After a moment, Mia’s face lit up. “What about a masquerade theme? Something elegant but mysterious. Imagine guests arriving in formal attire, each wearing a luxurious mask. It would feel exclusive, timeless… and people love that kind of intrigue.” Zac’s expression shifted, a spark of interest lighting in his eyes. “A masquerade,” he said, as if testing the word. “You could call it The Enchanted Masked Soirée,” Mia continued, warming to the idea. “Since it’s a ceremony for the elites. They’d love the privacy, the exclusivity. It would be a night they’d never forget.”

Yet. "You will be! After tonight! Because tonight, my cold grandson is finally going to marry you properly!" Grandma clapped. Elise froze, holding white roses. "Properly? But we already married... at Chelsea Registry Office... by mistake..." "That was mistake marriage! With plastic folder and Zara dress! My grandson is worth £98 billion! He cannot have mistake marriage! He needs real wedding! Tonight! At Claridge's Ballroom! I booked it! 500 people! Princesses! And you will wear Dior! Real Dior! Not Zara!"

I needed to ask. "Tell me your secret, how did you know about this party?" I asked. Emily laughed it off. She rolled her eyes at me and said in an excited tone. "So you remember this guy I told you about? Turns out he is the son of a multimillionaire CEO, anyways, his father is friends with the organizer of the masquerade party." Emily ranted. I nodded my head slowly, I was not surprised. Emily had a thing of changing men every new week. She never exactly saw the idea of settling down for marriage as a big thing, neither did I.

“You’ve just made headlines.” Fascinated, Lewis smiled. He wouldn't put it past his brother to miss any opportunity to flirt with a beautiful girl. Especially at such a time when he knew his chances of being accepted were high. They danced in silence for several long minutes before he looked down at her. She wore a brown silk dress that clung softly to her body, accentuating her curves. Her auburn hair had been swept up, the reddish-brown strands woven into a braid that hugged the side of her head before folding into a voluminous bun at her nape. Tiny pearl pins adorned the braid, catching glints of light with every turn of her head

Half an hour later, I was in the backseat of a black sedan, clutching my bouquet so hard some petals had bent beneath my fingers. The city blurred outside the window. This was really happening. I was really being taken to marry Adrian Lancaster. The Adrian Lancaster. The billionaire heir with the ruthless reputation, the cold face in business magazines, the man Sienna had once called too dangerous to love. The courthouse ceremony passed like a fever dream. Just a private room with a single civil official. My father's voice did most of the talking while my mother just stood one side, staring at her nails like this was none of her concern.