Billionaire's Masked Bride Novels & Stories

With a soft sigh, Ezrene followed him out of that boutique with her lowered head whereas that boutique’s owner continued to gaze at both of them while already identifying that the bride was not happy from inside regarding her marriage but she knew she had no right to say anything as it was their personal matter. That woman sighed and was about to turn around when she saw another man stepping inside her boutique with piercing blue eyes who was cladded in a dark black tuxedo and a face mask. His frame was huge and sinewy and quite dominating too which made that woman swallow, especially when she saw him coming in her direction. “Yes, sir. How may I help you?” The woman asked him politely while

“Cee, just tonight. I promise. Last night. Okay?” I swallowed hard. Because he was right. I needed the money. To not look like a poor bride beside a king. “One night,” I whispered. “And that’s all.” He cheered quietly, kissing my cheek. Chelsea strutted off with that I-won attitude. I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly fell out. Blinky squeezed my hand. “You got this. And hey... mask party tonight.” Two joys hit me; 'Mask party = super wealthy clientele. 'I wouldn’t see who I was assigned to.

Selene backed away, eyes wide in fear. “W-What’s happening?” she asked as she spotted the masked man watching from the living room like a king surveying his chaos. The man stood. “I’ve made my decision,” he said. “I’ll take one of them as compensation. But I’ll also be taking your company, Mr. Madrigal—and everything you own.” “No! Not my company!” Papa cried out. “Your daughter isn’t worth two billion,” the man said coldly. “Even if I take everything you have, it still won’t be enough.”

Christian wearing a tuxedo like dad's and Christine was on a beautiful sea blue dress. I saw mum, still with her long face. It was without expression but I knew deep down that she doesn't want this for me. But i was glad she came for my wedding. She was also looking good. Her and her favorite red color. She was wearing a red stripless gown and really looked perfect on her. I looked the left side, I saw two girls. They had a striking resemblance with Jones and Felicia. They must be the remaining two children of Nina. They were as beautiful as the others. I tried to smile at them but one of them looked away harshly and the other had a smirk. I don't think we will get along easily.

I said calmly, “I did not ask for your opinion. I said you are coming.” Her throat worked as she swallowed. She nodded without speaking, but fear clung to her like a second skin. What exactly scared her so badly about Evergreen? Before she could answer, I continued, “Your customized mask will arrive before nightfall.” She froze. “…Mask?” she repeated slowly. “Yes.” I grabbed my cloak. “The wedding is masquerade-themed. Every guest must wear a gold mask. Including you.” Relief flooded her so visibly I almost laughed. Suspicious little thing.

In that tacky, over-the-top bedroom they called "fancy." But... wasn't she dead? "Mom, there's no way I'm marrying Damian Cross! They say he's hideous, cruel, and hates women! Who knows how I'd end up if I married him!" "I'm the medical prodigy of Meridian City! I'm destined for greatness—why would I waste myself on some powerless, ugly nobody? If I marry anyone, it'll be the future heir of the Cross Consortium!" A shrill voice pierced through the air from downstairs.

Are you alright?” The young woman quickly bent down to help the elderly lady who had fallen to the ground after being shoved aside by one of the bodyguards. In front of the grand cathedral, a luxurious bridal car had just arrived. The moment the car door opened, chaos erupted. Camera flashes exploded from every direction as reporters rushed forward, desperate to capture the first glimpse of the bride of the Wedding of the Year. Today, the mysterious heiress of the powerful Sutherland Group, the wealthiest family in the country, was finally getting married.

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.

he smiled. "Stop calling me that Grandpa" Mason frowned and the old man only chuckled. "Forcing you to get married wasn't a bad idea after all, come here" the old man hugged him but he didn't bother returning the hug. "Hey I haven't seen you before, you are you?" Rosa asked when she saw Miguel looking at the stage where Mason and his Grandpa were standing. He was shocked to see the hidden billionaire's face, turns out the years of wearing a nose mask weren't a waste, he was so handsome.

“Monique? Why would you buy all this? It’s a fundraiser, not a wedding party.” “Well, you’re right. Call me crazy for trying too much. This isn’t just any fundraiser. This is a masked charity gala hosted by Dominique Gray. I don’t have to spell it out to you that there will be lots of wealthy women and men. You don’t want to look like you don’t belong there and you don’t wanna try too much either.” I sigh, still thinking all of this is too much. “Thanks. The dress is pretty. But I still think you did too much.”