Billionaires Masquerade Movie Novels & Stories

With the absurd masks covering their faces, no one could be identified in the dimly lit room. It was a party for the first class and like generally they were undeniably dressed to the nine, dull suits, glossy dresses joined by extravagant gems. Despite the fact that Janet had dabbled in this world for years, she was accustomed to the setting and sneered under her breath. The world of billionaires still upended her beyond words. She could never really understand them or their activities. It was self-important individuals who had practical experience in making life unendurable for individuals they saw as being underneath them.

The rusting pipes dripped water, creating a cold atmosphere but that did not seem to bother them. “You've done it dad, we're twenty four hours away from owning Cooper Conglomerate.” Mason laughed, taking a puff out of the cigar in his hand. Don smiled. “It has always been mine, and now, it'll officially belong to me. I can't wait to see Noah's face when I strip that mask from his face and make him watch me destroy him.” Mason and the others laughed, their laughter echoing in the basement, to the ears of the three blindfolded women who were scared for their lives behind the tall shelf. The shelf was standing between the men and the captives.

I'd thought about Nyx all week, the way she made me forget I was Nicholas Bodeen for exactly three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. "Mr. Bodeen," Dominic greeted me at the entrance with that practiced smile. "Welcome back, should I assume you're requesting Nyx again?" "Yes." "Of course. VIP Room Three is ready for you." I followed him down the familiar hallway, my pulse already picking up. This was ridiculous. I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

So she looked at Nate, who was grinning from ear to ear like he was expecting that Zeus would come to their table. "How come we have two billionaires at our table? Do you guys want to join us? " Clearly tipsy, Beth said. She heard Blaze chuckle, and then he looked at Zeus, who was just looking at her. Let's just say that my friend here has a business to do here, "then Blaze's gaze turns to her with a mischievous smile. It was like there was an interesting thing going around. "I'm here to get my woman," Zeus said while looking at her. That made her breath stop. "And that one woman is the one who was wearing a red dress." Then Zeus pointed at her.

Valentino chose to ignore the message from the stranger and now that in the morning he started dressing up as himself and getting rid of all things to do with his disguise. He was Valentino Araya, a billionaire who chose to hide his identity from everyone. He was the hidden billionaire who had enormous wealth and would not run out in seven generations though. His wealth not only came from the inheritance of his father, but also he had become a billionaire before while still living in England. He owned some pretty big and very successful companies there. His name was widely known in England but very few people know his true face. In the country where he lived, everyone knew him as Valentino M

The voice wasn't loud, but it was strong enough to be heard over the murmurs around them. The room went silent. "Excuse me? Did I hear this correctly? Sir, did you say one million dollars?" The museum director looked just as shocked as everyone else. "That is correct," said a man with dark hair, who was dressed in an equally black suit. His face was covered by a white mask that only revealed a strong, square jaw that looked cleanly shaved. "Going once, going twice, SOLD! Charlotte Astor to dance with Mr... Man in the mask, for ONE MILLION DOLLARS, people! This is unheard of! Miss Astor, thank you, so so much, for volunteering..."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, someone covered with a black hoodie and a mask snuck into one of the richest men's home in the city. The tiny-looking lady was able to avoid all the security and made her way to his front door. Dropping something covered in a blanket, she immediately dashed away. A few minutes later, the door opened and a handsome-looking man came into view. Alexander Michaelson, a multi-billionaire, known for his numerous business successes across the world, he was also known as the number one most eligible bachelors in the entire country. He is the most sorted-out bachelor in the entire City but also the most unapproachable.

I froze, the stroller tipping just a bit, and I clutched it tightly to ensure Aaron's safety. Shaken and terrified by the near miss, I glanced over at the driver of the expensive car. A strikingly handsome man, dressed in a luxury Armani tuxedo, stepped out. His well-defined features, chiseled jawline, and confident gaze draws the attention of anyone in his presence. His expression was that of irritation. "Are you okay? You could have gotten yourself and the kid killed!" he snapped, his voice filled with anger. I stammered, "I... I'm really sorry. I didn't realize the traffic light had changed. I was trying to calm my baby."