Billionaire's Masquerade Full Movie Novels & Stories

He looked at the towering glass ceiling, his silver strand of hair glowing with a sickly, artificial violet light. ​"Mommy," he whispered, sitting up. "Why are you wearing a mask?" ​"It’s not a mask, Leo," Nora said, kneeling beside him. "It's... it's a uniform." ​"It looks like a mask," Leo said, his voice sounding older, filled with the "Silver Heir" wisdom that Nora had tried to bury. "The Pretty Lady across the hall said that when people become Billionaires, they stop having faces. They just have 'Portfolios'."

With the absurd masks covering their faces, no one could be identified in the dimly lit room. It was a party for the first class and like generally they were undeniably dressed to the nine, dull suits, glossy dresses joined by extravagant gems. Despite the fact that Janet had dabbled in this world for years, she was accustomed to the setting and sneered under her breath. The world of billionaires still upended her beyond words. She could never really understand them or their activities. It was self-important individuals who had practical experience in making life unendurable for individuals they saw as being underneath them.

"Hailey, focus!" The sharp voice of Xavier jolted me back to reality once again and I saw the woman who was reaching out to hug me. Most likely a fake one, my subconscious snapped. "Congrats, darling," the woman beamed, giving me a side hug. Soon I was surrounded by a lot of unfamiliar people of both sexes. The woman gave me a poisonous smile while congratulating me, I could only hope no one tried to strangle me. Why wouldn't they after all I had snagged one of the wealthiest hot and sexy eligible bachelors of the century all to myself and I was a nobody.

Bile flooded her throat as paralyzing terror clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach. Last night, she'd gotten blackout drunk and married an absolute stranger. A billionaire stranger, from the look of this palatial mansion and his butler - or whatever that woman was supposed to be. And now she was trapped in his home...alone...as his wife. This couldn't be happening! How had one night of drunk idiocy spun so disastrously out of control? The Naked Billionaire - for that was clearly what he was - took a cocky step toward her. "That dress doesn't leave much to the imagination, Mrs. R. Although why don't we just skip the clothes altogether?"

Allison's POV. Billionaire and philanthropist Benjamin Harrington was known for his extravagant events, and tonight's masked party was no exception. Harrington, a man in his late fifties with a distinguished presence and a reputation for his vast collection of rare diamonds, had recently been living in fear. He had reached out to Viktoh, my boss, with a plea for help.

Once again on display. "The final touch..." I slid on the bunny mask—a sleek, velvet half-face piece with long satin ears. Just enough mystery to make a man curious, and a billionaire lose control. "It’s time to be a whore."

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

"That's the one! Niel's long-lost daughter—just brought into the fold, already inherited ten billion, and officially named the heir to the Morrison empire!" The person sharing the news was clearly at the event. "This banquet is insane. Three layers of security. No one can get within ten feet of her—she's being kept under wraps." The group chat went wild. "Ten billion? That's the kind of luck you don't even see in movies!" "What's she like? Stunning? Single?" one alumnus joked. "If she's my type, I might just shoot my shot…" "Keep dreaming. I caught a glimpse from across the room. Her aura's unreal. In a champagne-colored gown, standing under the chandelier like she was glowing. That profile

Suddenly, darkness started to cloud over her and she soon passed out. Eric Williams, the biggest billionaire in New York City. He is very professional towards his work, and girls seek to get his attention. He knows it very well, that girls are ready to do anything to spend one night with him. He would take one girl for a night, and ditch her the other day. Though, girls knew very well that he will ditch them, but his looks were something to die for, and they gave him all of them. Eric was sitting on his large, comfy chair......as he was the CEO of the "Williams Enterprises" Suddenly, his father made his way towards his son's desk.

Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for Kendrick, he's only fourteen and he was surrounded by barbaric murderers, though they like to call themselves werewolf hunters. "I'm t-tired, Kenny. You don't have to help me, I don't want you to get into trouble anymore." I replied causing him to look at me with a sad face. "We need to try. My plan won't fail this time, come on." Kendrick insists as he walks inside the room. I can't help but frown when I noticed that he's carrying a robe. "What's that for?" I asked Kendrick with a confused face. "There's an old and stinky rogue that was guarding the front door, you need to wear this robe to mask your scent," Kendrick explained to me and handed me th