Billionaires Masquerade Movie Novels & Stories

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

It was a modern house and from the look of it, a bullet could not pass through it My eyes darted at the top of the mansion, and I noticed an helipad, my eyebrows rosed in awe " Well, the Knights are mega rich. I shouldn't be so surprised, if there's an airport here". Aunty Jodie's employer, Mr George Knight is a very powerful buisness magnate, that owns multiple lines of buisnesses in the whole world, from real estate, shipping, food industries and many more. He is a widower ad far as I know

“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

The previous day. Donna sat at the bar, Mystique was a lesbian bar that she frequented when she was on the hunt for her next baby butch. She was intrigued by the woman on stage, she was crooning a love song, and Donna could swear that it was sung for her. But looking around the room she saw that every other woman felt the same way. All of them mesmerized by the woman with the guitar on stage. It was open mike night, but every time the woman was done, she'd get a loud cheer for more, and the other artists, just as into the show, were all okay with it. Which was a strange thing in itself. Usually, they couldn't wait to get up on stage, and sometimes there were even fights about slots. But toni

Her hair was bouncing freely while mine was braided my fair skin was uncovered starting from my neck down to my arms. I wore my masquerade mask. It was simple and white. The hall was filled with filthy rich people. Women were wearing excessive amount of jewelries. Their necks were covered with large rare stones, their masks were made mostly of precious gems that even their nails were painted with gold ash. Everything was shining an expensive. “Marchans can’t resist this.” Invisible Fafaniya whispered to my ear. Determined to look for one, we decided to part ways. But Fafaniya insisted to go with me.

I head in, careful not to wrinkle to beautiful dress in my hands. And with the curtain falling to a close behind me and I start to peel off my shirt, mindful not to press onto my wound. The bleeding has stopped but I am not taking any chances with it. I do not think I can afford to pay for the dress if I stain it. I smell cigarettes from beyond the curtain. Elena is smoking. “The masquerade party,” she begins with a drawl and my ears perk up, intent on catching every word that comes out of her mouth, “is not merely a party. It is a façade for the rich and powerful to mingle, to strike business deals and to carve out alliances.”

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

Just when I’m about to take a step towards the escalator, leading to the airport exit, another text pings inside my phone, causing me to look down, and instantly I frown when I see that it’s from Ava. Ava – What the fuck, man? What’s the meaning of all this? My brows scrunch up in confusion at the absurd text but it’s all cleared when I see a news article attached with it. I click open the attachment and nearly fall like a blob of mud on the ground when I read the headline of the article. ’FAMOUS ELUSIVE BILLIONAIRE, BLAZE HUNTER SIGHTED LEAVING HIS UNCLE’S MASQUERADE BALL WITH HIS FORMER FLAME, DIANA PIETRO’

I sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.

Agreed that Chloe deserved the nickname Medusa, because all she did was throw temper tantrums. The tapping sound of loafers echoed throughout the room. A Richard Smith had arrived with more than four bodyguards and several directors at his side. The wealthy man's bodyguards wore all black, while the directors were more varied, some wearing gray, white, and black suits but with different styles from the bodyguards. Richard Smith wore a gray custom suit whose price is unimaginable for someone who has to pay in installments for three years to buy a house. The loafers he wore were black with gray accents to match his outfit. The shop crew lined up on the right and left, welcoming the group of ri