Billionaire's Masquerade Full Movie Novels & Stories

I don’t trust myself to create the perfect makeup for such an event, and it was worth every penny. I adjust my mask, and take in a deep breath. I am nervous. This is my first time not just attending a masquerade ball, but one that is being attended by the who and who in the society, the big names, from politicians to billionaires, and without forgetting the leaders of the mafia groups. I don’t even know how such groups get to mingle because from all I know about mafia groups is that they are criminals, an abomination in society, thieves, and selfish individuals, but I guess that’s kind of everyone here. The place smells of expensive perfume and the faint hint of cigar smoke.

“Yeah, because your husband is gorgeous. If I were you, I’d be pregnant by now.” Aria rolled her eyes. “Relax. It’s not like that.” Nicole narrowed her eyes. “Wait… don’t tell me there’s no chemistry?” Aria hesitated. “It’s complicated.” Liv waved a hand. “Girl, everything about your situation is complicated. You literally married a billionaire you barely knew. Someone who turned out to be the reason you’re in debt. That is hilarious.”

There was silence, then he said, “You may not want to know who’s behind this... but you will. Meet me tonight. The old pier. Alone.” Before I could ask more, the call ended. Later, driving through the city’s foggy streets, I felt the weight of my empire on my shoulders. Being a billionaire meant having power, but also enemies who would stop at nothing to take you down. At the pier, the shadows were thick. I waited, eyes scanning every movement. A figure appeared—not Max. Masked, calm, and holding a device glowing faintly. “You don’t understand the stakes, Richard,” the voice said, mechanical and cold. “Want your materials back? Your project saved? You’ll play by our rules.”

A string quartet performed something refined Fiona couldn't identify. Valeria inched closer. "You see that man by the balcony?" Fiona turned her way. A man stood alone among the glittering throng. Tall, expensively dressed in a black suit and no tie. Hair slicked back with effortless care. Hands in his pockets. Eyes like winter. "That's Charles Billion," Valeria breathed. "Owns half of the production houses in Asia. You ever heard of Red Flame Studios? That's him." "The Charles Billion? Valeria nodded. "Billionaire. Producer. Philanthropist. Rumor has it, he can make or break a career in one phone call. Be careful, though—he doesn't smile. Ever."

Masquerade. One game. No names. Only dares. They say what happens at the Black Velvet Gala stays there. But no one told me what would happen if I stepped into the billionaire’s boudoir. I didn’t belong there. Not among billionaires, heirs, and masked devils who reeked of power and secrets. I was a low-level event photographer hired last minute to replace someone who dropped out. All I had was my camera, my anonymity, and a daring streak I usually kept hidden.

billionaire behind the flour. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a sleek, black silk mask. It covered my eyes and the bridge of my nose, looking more like something from a masquerade than a kitchen. "Monsieur Jean-Pierre," Julian said, appearing in the kitchen doorway. He looked sharp in a tuxedo, though his face still carried the scowl of a man who didn't trust anything with a French accent. "Why are you wearing a mask? The theme is 'Silver Rose,' not 'Phantom of the Opera.'"

I'm certain I heard foreign languages spoken between couples, too. As I wasn't dancing, I could pay more attention to guests' outfits. They all had to be filthy rich. Just look at their gaudy clothes and masks. The women's complexions were so smooth. Their luscious lips and perfect necks sparkled like their masks. The men's apparel was equally extravagant, made of velvets, silks, and other expensive material. Masquerade must an extremely influential man if he was hosting a party of this size to so many kinds of people. My mind reeled. I began to feel a little more sympathy for Garrett's slipping off—though I was annoyed I had to find his employer by myself.

He seemed he was not affected by the blood flowing out from his forehead. She just thought the billionaires were untouchable because of their loads of money, but seeing Bill’s pity face now, she was wrong. “Nothing. It’s just a scratch.” Bill said and walked past her. He strode inside her room and locked the door. The old butler was puzzled. Bill Sky and Young Madame? Like a hedgehog, old butler spikes rose up when he thought how rich was the man in his young Madame’s room. The most wealthy and powerful businessman in capital Z and known all over the world, Bill Sky.

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

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.