Billionaire's Masquerade Novels & Stories

This was my first time in a masquerade ball, and this might just be the best feeling I had ever experienced at a party. It was a surprise that Giovanni told me to prepare for tonight. Unlike before that, he had never made any move to tell me where we were going except it was essential to him; he had told me about this. They even gave me a rundown of the event and exactly what I'd be doing. The event was hosted by Marco De Santis, a wealthy and influential businessman with connections to the underworld. It was a charity gala to raise funds for a local children's hospital, but also an opportunity for him to showcase his wealth and influence, in my opinion.

, Alexander explained. This was the most that I had heard Alexander talk. It was fun to listen to him. I was glad that he was able to put his mouth into good use. Another thing that caught my attention was the fact that he had mentioned that he had never taken another woman for the kind of social event that he wanted to take me to. I felt kind of special, but also kind of nervous. “What kind of business social event is it?”, I asked. “It is a masquerade ball that will be attended by many successful businessmen and businesswomen, elites such as queens, princesses, kings, and princes from different countries, other high-profile individuals, including wealthy tech-savvy individuals, and many mo

“What makes you think I am going to come to one of those boring party with you? I told you I don't want to be seen with you in public, are you rebelling?“ May asked him, her arms crossed on her body. He chuckled a bit, then his face went serious when he saw her glare. She had always heard stories about clingy billionaires like him who thinks the world revolves around them. He promised to protect her, is he going to break that promise this soon? “It's a mask party. You don't have to show your face, you can continue being a mystery woman.“ He replied her. A masked party? What's this? Halloween happened already and she is not aware? Why does rich people like these boring mask parties? What if s

They are drowning in colossal debts. “Mom, I can’t marry a stranger. I’m in love with someone else, and I just got engaged.” She showed her mother the engagement ring in her hand. Lucia breathed out sharply. “If your boyfriend is a billionaire that can help us with our debts, go marry him. If not, forget about him. He’s useless.” “Mom!” She suddenly stood up, and her palm hit the wooden table.

The city lights shone brightly like a thousand tiny stars as we drove to the gala. It was a special kind of event which only billionaires and socialites attended, everyone covered their faces with protective masks ,their smiles polished, they talked in sharp whispers. My heels clicked against the marble of Adrian’s private garage as I stepped out, clutching the delicate envelope from last night. Cassandra’s message burned in my mind like a warning I couldn’t ignore. “Trust no one”. I imagined what she was planning.

For the one man in the room who could write a single check that would keep my company from dying. I just didn’t know his face yet. The annual Voss Foundation Masquerade was the place where old money and new money fucked each other—literally and figuratively—behind silk and feathers and the polite fiction of anonymity. Everyone wore masks. Everyone pretended the silk made the sins lighter. I was here as Lena Cross, founder of a cybersecurity startup that needed a Series A or it would be dead by Christmas, and the biggest potential investor was rumored to be attending under a plain black half-mask.

I was still trembling, trying to catch my breath, when he stood up and slowly removed his mask. My eyes widened in shock. Victor Vale. The tech billionaire hosting the entire masquerade. He smirked down at me, dark eyes full of raw possession. “You’re mine for the rest of the night… and my best friend wants to watch.”

he smiled. "Stop calling me that Grandpa" Mason frowned and the old man only chuckled. "Forcing you to get married wasn't a bad idea after all, come here" the old man hugged him but he didn't bother returning the hug. "Hey I haven't seen you before, you are you?" Rosa asked when she saw Miguel looking at the stage where Mason and his Grandpa were standing. He was shocked to see the hidden billionaire's face, turns out the years of wearing a nose mask weren't a waste, he was so handsome.

The grand celebration in Victor’s mansion was in full swing, buzzing with laughter, clinking glasses, and the chatter of well-dressed elites. The massive space was decorated with opulence, and Nadia couldn’t help but feel out of place. She was adorned in a stunning black backless dress, six-inch heels clicking softly on the marble floors, her hand resting in Theodore's arm as he led her through the sea of wealthy guests. Everything around her was a reminder of how different her life was from theirs.

She was already masked — silver feathers and too much glitter — while I stood in front of her bathroom mirror, holding a cheap black domino mask like it was a weapon. "I don't do anonymous," I said. "I do architecture models, coffee runs for my boss, and crying into ramen. That's my brand." "Your ex-fiancé married your sister last weekend. Your brand is sad. Tonight, your brand is mysterious." She had a point. A painful, humiliating, my-life-is-a-disaster point. I put on the mask. --- The ballroom of the Ashford Hotel was drowning in gold and lies. Everyone wore masks. Everyone pretended to be someone else. The billionaire playboys became humble artists. The socialites became maids. The trut