Romans & histoires Billionaire's Masquerade Full Movie

Especially him. Damian Blackwood. The man I am supposed to marry. A billionaire whose name made tycoons tremble. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. I had seen the way he looked at me during our brief engagement meetings—like I was just another piece of asset, another acquisition. And I refuse to be bought. The curtains lifted. Applause rolled through the crowd. One by one, we glided onto the stage, gowns shimmering under the lights. Each of us masked, each mysterious, each promised to the highest bidder for the sake of “charity.” My turn came all too soon. My heels clicking like gunshots against the polished floor.

I don’t think the others noticed it because they were just laughing their asses out even if there’s nothing funny. “Someone once said that I’m more gorgeous when naked.” He shrugged as if telling me that I’m the one who doesn’t have taste. Wow! The hell! The week went by like a blur and finally it’s Saturday, the D-day. The biggest event in the country is going to happen. It's a masquerade ball with glitters, black and white motif. It'll be held in one of the biggest hotel here in the country owned by the Lacsamanas.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was strong enough to be heard over the murmurs around them. The room went silent. "Excuse me? Did I hear this correctly? Sir, did you say one million dollars?" The museum director looked just as shocked as everyone else. "That is correct," said a man with dark hair, who was dressed in an equally black suit. His face was covered by a white mask that only revealed a strong, square jaw that looked cleanly shaved. "Going once, going twice, SOLD! Charlotte Astor to dance with Mr... Man in the mask, for ONE MILLION DOLLARS, people! This is unheard of! Miss Astor, thank you, so so much, for volunteering..."

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.”

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

The result makes me look a little older, more composed. I swallow and lean closer to the mirror, applying a final coat of nude lipstick. My makeup is understated defined eyes, clean skin, nothing dramatic. The kind of look that whispers wealth instead of shouting it. I don’t feel wealthy though, I feel like an imposter. When I step out of the bedroom, the penthouse feels even bigger. Dante is already waiting near the entrance, dressed in a tailored black suit that probably costs more than my entire life. The jacket fits him perfectly, his broad shoulders sharp beneath the fabric. His tie is dark, his shirt crisp white, his cufflinks understated.

“I’ll be here… hoping to unmask more than just your cock next time.” He chuckled darkly, kissing her swollen lips once more. “We’ll see. The night is still young. And I have plans for that pretty mouth and ass in the private suites upstairs.” The masked billionaire offered his arm, and together they slipped back toward the ballroom. The ball continued, but for Sophia, the real masquerade had only just begun.

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.