Billionaire's Masquerade Full Movie Novels & Stories

"Although the money is decent, this is a masquerade performance. The clients prefer to be anonymous. I agreed right away without thinking. Friday night arrived fast, and before I knew it I was standing backstage at Eclipse, clad in a revealing costume and a black mask half my face. As I watched for my signal, my heart hammered in my chest. Soft, sensual lighting enveloped the stage as I left, the eyes of the patrons tracking every action. Trying to forget where I was and why I was doing this, I turned my attention to the music. The performance passed in a haze, my head disconnected from my body.

I'd thought about Nyx all week, the way she made me forget I was Nicholas Bodeen for exactly three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. "Mr. Bodeen," Dominic greeted me at the entrance with that practiced smile. "Welcome back, should I assume you're requesting Nyx again?" "Yes." "Of course. VIP Room Three is ready for you." I followed him down the familiar hallway, my pulse already picking up. This was ridiculous. I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes.

His eyes pierced right into mine, instilling fear and hatred all at once. On the right side of the room, the investors’ wives sat gracefully in their designated seats, including Emily. Her fake smile and innocent face were on full display. Everyone loved her. Until she saw me. Her smile shifted into that twisted smile of a psychopath, the kind I’d only seen on TV. Emily was a real psychopath. Both of them made my skin crawl in the middle of the crowd. “Jack, sorry, I need to use the restroom.” “Jack, sorry, I need to use the restroom,” I said quickly, slipping the camera into my sling bag.

“Sold to Mr—” “10 million, Mr. Montreal.” A baritone and deep voice cut him off. Everybody gasp, and the spotlight moved towards a mask gentlemen that was sitting comfortably on the back. Italia’s eyes move to studied him. He looks young, and wealthy. Tall and masculine, while being dressed on a fancy suit that matched his mask. Behind him, a personal bodyguard showed two briefcase that contain USD bills. “I only have 5 million, but I can wire the other half after I secure that she is mine.”

I asked. "You want to kill who,do you think he is like every other person, well,Simon's junior brother I went to see yesterday is the one and only masked multi billionaire". He broke the ice. " What??? Masked multi billionaire?? Me? Why??" I stuttered in shock. "Can you see that you are in big trouble, he is going to stop at nothing to search for you,the only advice I can give you is to hide pending the time I will find a solution". He said but I remained mute.

Adrian's POV The Masquerade wasn’t optional. That was the first lie people told themselves about it every year. They liked to pretend it was tradition…….Or charity…..Or networking while dressing up in black tie and champagne. Truth was simpler: if you were the biggest billionaire in New York, you hosted it. Period……You didn’t opt out…..You didn’t reschedule…..You didn’t fake the flu. Unfortunately I was that billionaire. You showed up and greeted guests and even potential clients…… letting everyone see you still owned the room.

Just when I’m about to take a step towards the escalator, leading to the airport exit, another text pings inside my phone, causing me to look down, and instantly I frown when I see that it’s from Ava. Ava – What the fuck, man? What’s the meaning of all this? My brows scrunch up in confusion at the absurd text but it’s all cleared when I see a news article attached with it. I click open the attachment and nearly fall like a blob of mud on the ground when I read the headline of the article. ’FAMOUS ELUSIVE BILLIONAIRE, BLAZE HUNTER SIGHTED LEAVING HIS UNCLE’S MASQUERADE BALL WITH HIS FORMER FLAME, DIANA PIETRO’

Something inside of me stills as I lock gaze with the masked man who's sitting in front, uniquely standing out from the others. My buyer. They said the Devil wears Prada. No one warned me he’d show up in a mask… and pay a hundred million dollars to own me.

Right now. "Okay then. I will inform Demetrius." Loretta said. "You don't need to inform me." His voice boomed from behind. Gosh, when did he come downstairs? I turned around and saw him. He has already changed his clothes. He was now in a pair of shorts and singlet. Something that did not make him look less of a billionaire. I managed to pull up a smile. "I will drop you off." He suggested but I was quick to shake my head.

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.