Billionaires Masquerade Movie Novels & Stories

"Don't ask me that. Life goes on, Callix. We don't have to dilly dally. Let's just find out a way to fix this." "I don't know how we can find a way to fix this, Michelle." "That's why I called you. I thought I had this under control, but Ashram has corralled billionaires from the Los Angeles billionaires club. Guess that's what's giving him his new found mojo." "Billionaires club?" I asked. I had heard of something like that before. But I never stayed too long in the country so never did get any invite. I wondered if I would have to talk to a couple of people to see if they could let me in.

“She saw something.” Savannah’s chest tightened around an emotion she couldn’t name. Recognition. Longing. Fear. She had looked back. *** That night, under new identities as Mr. and Mrs. Corriveau, Savannah and Colton joined the masquerade—an invitation coded with wealth and corruption. Her dress shimmered like moonlight. His mask was black and gold, sharp as vengeance.

Once again on display. "The final touch..." I slid on the bunny mask—a sleek, velvet half-face piece with long satin ears. Just enough mystery to make a man curious, and a billionaire lose control. "It’s time to be a whore."

Cold seeped through my hair, into my skull, a chill that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with the shape of the future unfolding. The Masquerade. Every year, the Academy's elite hid their faces behind silk and enchanted gold. Every year, sins were committed behind masks that would be politely forgotten come dawn. It was the pinnacle of social theater - a night where identity dissolved and only power remained. It was also, I realized, the perfect place for a public execution dressed as a rescue.

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.'"

In that way, Evans Group can also move forward, which is the best outcome for both you and the company. "Who told you that Morrison Corp is targeting our company because of me? And who told you they won't target us if I retire?" Caroline's gaze was sharp, intimidating the man. The man's face turned pale, and he muttered, "N-No one told me that. I-I assumed this myself." "No one told you anything, but you sound so sure. Are you a supporter of Morrison Corp or something?" A low voice attracted everyone's attention. At this time, everyone noticed a tall figure behind Caroline. He wore a mask, which only revealed his beautiful eyes and lips. No one could see his full appearance, but his intimida

He teased and I just ignored his comment. After a while, we arrived at Barone's mansion and I can see many familiar people. Leonardo Barone is one of the most important drug dealers in the mafia world, so he has many connections. I started doing business with him before my wedding but he was not able to attend it. He was married before but that was a business deal and when he found out his ex-wife was cheating on him, he just shot both of them and the rest of their family. He is a good person other than that. Due to Leonardo being an important person in the mob there were also many foreign people here. I do see the Spanish, French, Asians but not American. Maybe Chris is still warming up to

"Although the money is decent, this is a masquerade performance. The clients prefer to be anonymous. I agreed right away without thinking. Friday night arrived fast, and before I knew it I was standing backstage at Eclipse, clad in a revealing costume and a black mask half my face. As I watched for my signal, my heart hammered in my chest. Soft, sensual lighting enveloped the stage as I left, the eyes of the patrons tracking every action. Trying to forget where I was and why I was doing this, I turned my attention to the music. The performance passed in a haze, my head disconnected from my body.

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.

I asked. "You want to kill who,do you think he is like every other person, well,Simon's junior brother I went to see yesterday is the one and only masked multi billionaire". He broke the ice. " What??? Masked multi billionaire?? Me? Why??" I stuttered in shock. "Can you see that you are in big trouble, he is going to stop at nothing to search for you,the only advice I can give you is to hide pending the time I will find a solution". He said but I remained mute.