Novel & Cerita El Contraataque Del Multimillonario Disfrazado

“So what are you going to do to us, Mr. Serrano? Are you going to invite Mr. Southern Sr. here?” Nollace came out of the hall. He had put on a mask to cover half of his face. With his golden hair, light-colored pupils, and pronounced jawline, he looked exactly like a foreigner, with half of his face covered. He took one step down the stairs after the other and continued. “Well, it seems like I don’t have to introduce myself anymore since you know who I am.” Joaqin harrumphed coldly. “It seems to me that you have no qualms in making us your enemy after what you did to my daughter!”

The video kept playing on the screen. “What do you know about Carlos?” they asked Jack again. “None of your business!” Jack’s voice snapped back, echoing through the speakers. But the outburst didn’t push them back. It did the opposite. The man with the bat stepped forward silently. With a quick, cold movement, he swung the bat—crack! and struck Jack’s leg brutally. The sound was loud and sickening, making me flinch in my seat. Jack let out a low cry, his body curling in pain, his face twisted in agony. His breath caught, then turned into a muffled groan, but his eyes stayed open, full of rage and pain he couldn’t hide.

Orlando stepped on the brake pedal. After getting down from the vehicle, Rome headed inside. When he walked into the kitchen, he stopped, and his lips curved into a smile as he stared at his father. "You are here," Mr. Miller mumbled, placing the bowl of hot noodles on the table. Then he frowned, staring at Rome for a while before asking, "Why are you dressed like that?" "Uh?" Rome absentmindedly mumbled. "The cap, mask, and glasses, why are you wearing them?"

She could not overstep here. "No. You misunderstood me. It's just that …" Her eyes widened all of a sudden. "Eddy Morrison must be the mysterious bidder! He must've made the bid for you!" No wonder Caroline looked as calm as ever when she made the bet. She knew the bracelet was authentic and had purposely made her fall into her trap! Caroline beamed. "Regardless of who gave me the bracelet, you owe me 20 million now!" "In your dreams! I will never give it to you!" Brie's face was as red as a tomato as she walked out of the store in her awkward saunter. The way she walked made her look outrageous, especially since she was wearing such an elaborate, tight-fitting dress.

"He’s wearing cheap rags, but he's willing to buy such expensive clothes and shoes for his girlfriend. What a model boyfriend!" "Wait, look at the watch he's wearing. It looks like Richard Miller. That costs at least a hundred thousand dollars. Oh my goodness, he’s actually a millionaire in disguise!” Elio's eyes flashed with disdain. He said to Liliana, "Did you see that? I’ve already paid. I hope that’ll teach you not to look down on others from now on.” Everyone looked at Liliana. All of a sudden, public sentiment turned against her instead. "The man has a point. She’s insufferably arrogant."

My hands were shaking so badly I had to clasp them together in front of me to keep them still. "Five million dollars," a smooth, cultured voice announced. The room fell silent. The announcer's voice cracked with excitement. "Five million dollars from paddle number seven. Going once—" "Fifty million dollars." The words cut through the silence like a gunshot. Everyone froze. I froze. Fifty million dollars. That was impossible. That was insane. Who would pay fifty million dollars for twelve days with a stranger? The lights shifted, and I caught a glimpse of movement at the back of the ballroom. A figure stood there in a crimson Santa jacket trimmed with white fur, the costume absurdly festive a

“ Damn it ! “ said Antonio and another person at the same time . He raised his hand and looked at the balcony next to him . There was another man wearing a formal costume a famous men brand . ‘ This guy must be filthy rich !…….The costume that he is wearing……There are only ten of those custom made costumes . Their price is even more crazy . ‘ thought Antonio with a shocked expression . He raised his eyes and noticed that he was also wearing a black mask with golden strays . “ Why are you staring at me like that ? “ asked the masked man . “ Expensive costume . “ said Antonio with a smile . The masked man couldn’t keep his laugh when he heard Antonio . “ Why are you laughing ? “ asked Antonio

My hands sweaty as I tried to get my lingerie back on. Viktor's phone buzzed. He checked it, that terrifying smile widening. "Fifty thousand received. How generous." His eyes found mine again. "That buys you two months. See you then." Then he was gone. Dominic appeared in the doorway, his face pale and apologetic. "Nyx, I'm so sorry, I tried to stop him but he..." "Get out." Nick's voice was quiet but absolute. Dominic fled, closing the door behind him.

“It was big. Over-the-top. Exactly what you’d expect when rich people pretend they care about charity.” “Mhm,” Naomi hummed. “And?” “And Tristan played the charming billionaire perfectly,” I continued. “Media everywhere. Investors everywhere. Violetta Castille everywhere.” “Oh God,” Naomi groaned. “That woman?” “Yes, that woman,” I said. “and she wore the freaking Red dress.” I let out a slight hiss just thinking about it, “She was absolutely gorgeous.” “Okay,” Naomi said carefully. “You’re listing details. That means something happened.” I opened my mouth to deflect like I always did, but instead, the truth slipped out.

And somehow that feels more intimidating than the dress. “What if I mess something up?” I ask quietly. Maya snorts. “You? Please. You’ve handled worse.” That’s true. Still, this is different. This is polished danger. Expensive danger. Smiling faces and sharp eyes and the kind of power that doesn’t need to shout. The kind Cillian wears like a second skin. A knock sounds again. Different this time. Heavier. My heart kicks once. Maya grins instantly. “That’ll be your psychotic billionaire mafia man.”