Billionaire's Masked Bride Novels & Stories

Kasen picked up his black mask, turned his back on them, and walked out. The masquerade ball was a glittering, decadent display of wealth and shadow. The grand ballroom was filled with hundreds of masked billionaires, classical music swirling under the high, vaulted ceilings. The masks hid the greed and hunger of the elite, their eyes shining behind gold and silver lace. Kasen stood in the shadows of a marble pillar, his eyes glued to Maeva. She wore a breathtaking, midnight-blue gown, her face partially obscured by a delicate silver lace mask. Julian was standing beside her, trying to look charming despite the faint red marks on his neck.

Adrian's father had intended for the event to be big, but Adrian insisted on strict invitations, giving orders that the guest list for his wedding should not exceed two hundred. All the invited guests were seated, and the organist has been playing for more than thirty minutes, and not a single person in attendance has grown restless because this is the event of Adrian Smith, the youngest and richest billionaire in the whole world, the only man whose facial appearance alone speaks volumes of his wealth. They all sat and waited patiently to watch as the most handsome and eligible bachelor in town got set to march to the altar with his bride. Soon, the organist changed its beatings into that of

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

"I trust you've come prepared." Her throat tightened. The rumors about him had been as relentless as the storm outside: a ruthless billionaire, a man who saw relationships as mere transactions and who never allowed sentiment to cloud his judgment. Yet here she was, about to sign away her future. She took a steadying breath and stepped forward, her eyes fixed on his. "I have," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt. Alexander gestured toward a gleaming mahogany table where a stack of papers lay waiting. "These are the terms. You will be my wife for one year—no more, no less. In exchange, I will settle all the debts of Carter Holdings."

I go to Roxy’s side and press a button on the door which opens up a secret area and pull out a black mask and a red mask that has sequins all over it and real rubies. “Here for you, baby,” I say as I hand it to her. “Put it on now.” “This must have cost a fortune. When did you have this made for me?” I chuckle and kiss the tip of her nose. It always makes me smile when she is in wonderment of my wealth, event though she is no stranger to it, since her mother married my father. A self-made billionaire. “I had some women work on it the other night just in case I brought you here. Try it on.”

“Since when do you not have an opinion? Who are you?” Evelyn pulled a small, helpless smile. It cracked halfway. “I’m just tired.” Tracy tilted her head. “Tired, or nervous?” “Both,” Evelyn whispered. Her mom cleared her throat, oblivious to the undercurrent. “Alright. Venue — Westbridge rooftop. Cake — champagne tiers with sugar roses. Colors — blush, gold, and cream. Bridesmaids dresses—” “I don’t want cream,” Evelyn cut in, surprising herself. Her mother paused. “What do you want then?”

I gave him a single nod. "Accepted," Dominic said. "As presented." Sandra made a note. Mara didn't visibly react but I saw her shoulders drop slightly, just a fraction, the way they did when she released tension she had been holding for too long. I had forgotten I knew her body language that well. The remembering was uncomfortable. We signed the preliminary agreement. The wedding was scheduled for four days later. Civil ceremony, no guests, a courthouse on the quieter side of the city. Mara's conditions had included keeping it small and I had no objection to that.

“His bride disappeared? Did she die or…” “No one knows.” He replied and my heart stopped. “It could be that she ran away or got kidnapped. No one knows actually. But Romanov has to get married in two days. And his bride will automatically get over half of his properties.” He explained and I paused, turning to look at him in shock. “Half? That man is a billionaire! If that's the case, why would his bride run? Unless she was in trouble.” I muttered, mostly to myself than to him and he sighed. “Wait, how do you know all this?”

"What are you talking about!?" "Listen to my full plan first. So to tackle with this problem I came up with a solution. The marriage will be a masquerade. Everyone will be wearing a mask except for you, because I need to be sure that it's you in the bride's gown, you see I know how clever you are.. and you must have already formed a plan. But let me tell you, nothing is going to work for you. "So you mean to say that you are going to marry me instead of Vincent behind the mask..?"

I just can't wait to leave this place. Whoever is the master must be Rich rich the dress was covered in rare gems and stones. I watched myself for the last time with the mask on before my eyes began blinded by the blindfold. I didn't protest or ask questions, things were too calm to be true and I knew it was the calmness before the storm so I just remained quiet. I would have loved to remain barefooted but my leg was covered in a pair of beautiful shoes as well. I know everything on me was pricey but for what reason? I could be the reason for the party and not know it yet. My senses hastened as I was led out of the room.