Billionaire's Masquerade Novels & Stories

“I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.” I stare at him, shocked. “You seem surprised. Why?” “That you so casually admit to immoral and illegal practices.” “All billionaires are ugly human beings, Star. When you see a billionaire receiving an award, or being applauded for his admirable philanthropy, don’t be fooled. His efforts have nothing to do with charity. Billionaires are hungry people. Always wanting more and more. But after one becomes a billionaire there’s only ultimate power and

He looked more like a prince than a predator, with two cappuccinos in hand and a soft, calculating smile. “Morning,” he said. “Thought I’d bring the good stuff.” She gave a half-smile. “Thanks.” He nodded toward the envelope. “I see it arrived.” “What is it?” “An invitation.” He handed her the drink. “There’s an annual masquerade ball here—very exclusive, mostly old money, aristocrats, a few foreign dignitaries… and, well, me.” Emilia narrowed her eyes. “You’re on that list?” “I have friends in charming places.”

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.”

Many round tables were dotted around the room, decorated tastefully with a gold and red motif of colors which represents wealth, prosperity and good fortune. This masquerade ball certainly was a display of wealth and prosperity, from the crystal Champaign glasses and silver and gold cutlery to the stunning paintings and decorations on the wall. But that wasn't what caught one's eyes! Inside the ballroom were group of people wearing cloths, jewelries and other accessories that worth millions of dollars. The women's ear rings, rings, and necklace and bracelet all together shone brighter than the light in the room. Anyone who caught a glimpse inside the room would Immediately know that this was

Getting inside my car leaving my brother and maya behind I was devastated, many things running in my head, did he plan to just use me and dump me because he would have known being this famous and hiding his reality wouldn’t last long. As soon as reached Miller industry’s head office, I made my way towards the reception asking for Ivan Miller. “I need to talk to Mr Ivan Miller, can you tell me the way to his office”, I state professionally. I could see from her eyes that she is judging me from my outfit. I mean who will come to a multi million company wearing a white shirt and leather pants with a bikers jacket and high boots. She might be thinking am some gang member trying to kill her boss.

Atif answered. "Thank you in advance Sir." Vanesa said with a sweet smile in her face trying to catch the attention of Atif. But Atif just ignored that. Atif knew what was behind that smile. He knew that Vanesa wanted to be noticed by him. And that thing is not new to Atif. Atif used in those kind of situations. Many girls, ladies or women behave like that in front of Atif. They aspire to become Atif's girlfriend or wife. Because Atif is not just a successor of Haris in his position as a Chief Executive Officer of the large scale company H & A Summit Holdings, Inc. He has a lot of money, in his young age-he is considered a billionaire.

Barlow was about to sit down, his eyes met with Charles’ bitter expression, and he clutched his fist as he shouted, “You brat! What did you do? How dare you fabricate the deeds to steal the properties from your cousin!” “Fabricate! Steal! You got this all wrong, grandfather! The family lawyer did these papers, and you willingly signed them. I have photos to prove it.” Charles calmly uttered, “Also, isn’t cousin married to a billionaire? What’s the use of giving her the family properties!” “It is because she is married to a billionaire that these properties would be profitable with her because of the connection she will get and the growth,” Madam Barlow lashed out, pausing when she noticed Ca

This was the annual Masquerade Gala, the one night a year where the monsters of the corporate world wore masks that finally matched their souls. ​I stepped onto the polished marble floor, my heels clicking with a rhythm that felt far too much like a countdown. Click. Click. Click. Every step was taking me further away from my old life and deeper into the mouth of the beast. My dress, a deep midnight blue that shimmered like a bruised sky, felt like armor. It was backless, draped low to show off the skin I had spent years caring for, all to serve as a distraction. The lace mask over my eyes was tight, the delicate patterns pressing into my skin, reminding me that tonight, Elena Sterling did n

“A charity fundraising gala. Still planning details though.” Cassius nodded thoughtfully before reaching inside his coat. Teri’s voice stopped immediately when Cassius handed him a cheque. Twenty thousand dollars written in words and digits on the paper. The man blinked in shock. “Sir…” “I would like to sponsor the event.” Teri looked stunned. “This is incredibly generous.” “There is one condition though.” Teri straightened quickly. “Of course.” Cassius’ expression remained calm. “Make it a masquerade.” Teri frowned in confusion. “A masquerade theme?”

"We need to talk." I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Couldn't process what I was seeing. "What..." The word came out broken. "What is this?" "This is me being honest for once." Carl's voice was cold. Clinical. Like he was explaining a simple concept to someone slow. "I'm not marrying you, Victoria. I never was." The floor tilted beneath me. "What are you talking about? We're engaged. Everyone's here. Your ring is on my finger." "That ring was a placeholder. A prop." He stepped away from Bianca, adjusting his jacket. "I needed a date to events. Someone presentable while I built my network. You were convenient."