Billionaire's Masquerade Novels & Stories

Her phone buzzed again. Luca: Then come somewhere private. Sienna: That sounds like the beginning of a documentary about rich serial killers. Luca: You've really committed to this murderer narrative. Sienna: Because you keep acting suspicious. Another typing bubble. Luca: There's a charity masquerade tomorrow night. Sienna: A masquerade? Luca: Very dramatic. Monaco loves costumes. Sienna: You're already wearing a billionaire disguise every day. Luca: That was rude.

My father just informed me about this party 30 minutes ago and I haven't even chosen a suitable dress to wear. I just remember him saying that it is a masquerade party so aside from wearing a sexy backless red flowing dress, I ended up bringing a vintage mask which is my mom's personal artwork. Talking about my mom, she passed away 5 years ago due to a car collision and that was the biggest downfall I ever had.

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.

Janella asked in disappointment at how Evelyn looked so happy with Adrian like they were really dating each other. "Janella, what are you doing? Don't make it affect you. You can find better than Adrian. He's just handsome, but not as rich as the man you will marry soon," her mother reassures her, and she nodded with a grin. Later that night, Adrian and Evelyn found themselves in Adrian's cozy apartment. It was here that Evelyn discovered a truth about Adrian's financial standing. "I'm sorry about this, but my family isn't really well-off. In short, we're not really rich," Adrian confessed with honesty.

The tables were attractively ornamented with red and gold decorations, which symbolized riches, power, and good fortune. The Templetons' wealth was on display at this masquerade party, from the crystal champagne glasses and gold cutlery to the magnificent paintings on the walls. But that wasn't the most amazing thing about it! Different groups of people were inside the ball, each dressed in million-dollar apparel and accessories. Anyone who entered the room would quickly recognize that it was primarily for prominent, wealthy, and powerful people. And, of course, because it was a masquerade, each attendee, both man and woman, donned a mask that obscured half or all of their faces, adding even

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'."

The fact that his face was covered made him even more mysterious. Yvonne clenched her fists in a fit of jealousy. Caroline sure was fortunate! First, she had Adrian, then there was Eddy. And now there was this mysterious, masked man. He must be of similar elite status since he was associated with the Yates family. How was luck always on Caroline's side? She was a married woman, and still she had so many suitors! "Carrie, I'm Marietta Weiss." As Marietta looked at Caroline, her gaze turned gentle and loving. Their was no faking her affection.

I have my father's features, dark brown hair, green eyes, 6"2' height. We both are ruthless killers. The only thing I got from my mother was loyalty to my family and loved ones. Rest was given to my younger brother. Today is the charity event held by Arthur Logan, a pain in the ass, he has a debt of two million which he had to repay by the end of the month but this bitch decided to delay. So I and my men will have to give him something to remember, not for the next time cause there will be none. He is obliviously enjoying his liquor at the party, while his wife and son are in my hold. I get ready for the event and get in the limo, my men in their cars follow me.

“He’s a drop dead handsome billionaire that anyone with common sense would want in their pocket, and you’re moving into his space. I’m just saying, stay focused on the data, not the man.” I shoved in a pair of jeans with more force than necessary. “There is zero chance of that happening.” She rolled her eyes with such theatrical force I thought they might get stuck. “It’s not every day you stumble across a man willing to wire hundred million dollars for a pretend housewife. I’ll emphasize on that outrageous amount again, that’s more than enough capital to build a conglomerate from scratch if you want to.” “Still not the point,” I grumbled.

“He’s not who your stepsister has made him out to be. He’s not just some… ordinary man living off her.” Bianca looked skeptical. “You mean the freeloader?” Veronica shook her head slowly, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “No, darling. I think we’ve underestimated him. Drastically.” Bianca put down her phone. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” Veronica leaned closer, “he was on the phone talking about millions… shares… foreign business deals. He sounded like a man in control. Not like some broke husband tagging along at family dinners.”