Novel & Cerita El Contraataque Del Multimillonario Disfrazado

The man have off an air that commanded submission and he looked like he took delight in seeing people succumb to his dominance. For that very reason, I refused to buckle and I gave him a leveled gaze of my own. "I'm so sorry, Mister. I never intended for something like that to happen. I didn't do it on purpose. But if you insist, how about you give me your account details and I wire the money for the laundry to you." The man cocked his head, seemingly amused and entertained at my words. "Are you sure you can pay for my laundry? I think what you should be worrying about is if the stain would go off at all."

Conrad’s brother. The revelation hit me like a bullet train, and I bit down the hysterical urge to laugh. Of course, the carefully styled bangs falling over his forehead were part of an expensive wig. The oversized glasses? A simple but effective tool to obscure his features. And then there were the details I’d overlooked before: the Manolo Blahnik brogues that gleamed like mirrors, the subtle shimmer of a Diamond Edition Stuart Hughes suit, worth more than what most secretaries earned in a decade. How had I not noticed? What assistant dressed like a billionaire at a charity gala? What a fool I’ve been.

The sound of chirping crickets provided a melodic background to their conversation. Ava couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh, trying to ease the tension that lingered from the humiliating incident. "Guess my mother got scammed by those finest tailors, according to her," she remarked, a touch of sarcasm in her voice. She couldn't deny the disappointment that crept into her heart, knowing that her mother's efforts to provide her with a dazzling gown had ended in embarrassment. The stranger's gaze softened, understanding the weight of the situation. His eyes glanced over her torn dress, the fabric ripped from the back downwards, exposing an unfortunate view of her underwear. But with his j

Chapter 45: A Dance with Shadows The gala sparkled with glamour, a testament to the wealth and influence of those in attendance. The air buzzed with the soft hum of conversation, laughter, and the occasional clink of champagne glasses. Melissa, now disguised as Allison Roman, moved through the crowd with practiced grace. She wore a sleek black gown, her hair styled in an elegant updo, and her demeanor calm yet alert. Every step she took felt like a calculated move in a high stakes game of chess.

a fucking cliché in a too-short red velvet cloak, trying to get to the bathroom without some drunk asshole spilling his jungle juice on me. And then I saw him. Gideon. Of course. The universe’s personal fuck you to Grace Miller. He was leaning against the wall, a plastic cup in his hand, dressed as some kind of wolf. No shirt, just a fake fur vest open over his stupidly ripped torso, and a mask pushed up on his forehead. It was tacky as hell, but on him, with those dark, predatory eyes and that permanent smirk, it worked. It worked way too well. Our eyes met across the sweaty, gyrating crowd. A jolt, like touching a live wire, shot straight down my spine and settled deep in my core.

“Understood. Total annihilation if provoked.” I reached for the door handle, then paused when I saw Matt burst out through the club’s front entrance like he was being chased by the spotlight and for a second, I thought he might break into a dance number. He high-fived the bouncers, grinning ear to ear like a walking advertisement for poor decisions. A ridiculous sash was slung across his bare chest with ‘Groom-To-Be’ printed in bold gold letters. And as if that wasn’t enough of a spectacle, a glittery plastic crown was seated lopsided on his head.

"Miss, you need to come with us." The security guard materialized beside her like a wall of black suited intimidation. Around her, perfectly coiffed women in thousand-dollar gowns turned to stare, their Botoxed faces shifting from mild curiosity to barely concealed delight at witnessing someone else's humiliation. Nothing like a little scandal to spice up another boring charity gala. Sophia's cheeks burned as she set down the champagne flute with trembling fingers. The borrowed Valentino dress a size too small and held together with fashion tape and prayers suddenly felt like a neon sign announcing her as the fraud she was.

One woman, dressed in a Fendi wrap, tilted her head back and cackled. "A Toyota in the VIP lot ?Oh,. I suppose the 'elite' act was just a cover for her bigger mission—trying to play high-society while ordering this poor attendant around like a slave." "I am not acting!" I shrieked, my composure snapping. "I live in the Moretti Estate! My husband is Alec Kensington! We have more money in our offshore accounts than all of you combined! I am rich! Do you hear me? I am RICH!" I sounded like a lunatic, and I knew it. My designer sunglasses were sliding down my nose, and I was clutching the empty flute like a weapon.

I said, shaking terribly from the tip of my hair to those of my feet. “I appreciate one truth though,” he said, “that you have Brian Craig,” he continued. “Let her go,” Brian said, “it's me you want, and you have that,” he dropped his gun, still covering every part of me with his body. “No, Brian,” I replied. “Blair!” Brian yelled back at me. “What is this? Some Hollywood movie?” Master X queried. “I am not in for one of your Romeo and Juliet displays,” he said. He wore a mask, bearing blue x shaped lights on the eyes and green lights, shaped as a triangle at the nose.

Then he looks at me, as if trying to conjure out my thoughts from my eyes and then he pulls his eyes away and looks out into the street “Let’s get out of here, the charity event is in an hour and I need to take you to get dressed” I didn’t say a word as Matteo pulled me out of the corner and straight to the car that was parked at the other side of the street. After I was done getting ready at the beauty salon and slipping into a sleek back Narcisso Rodriguez dress that hugged my ankles and cinched my waist and it was no longer Matteo behind the wheel when I stepped out but a totally different man I hadn’t seen before but he had the look on the mafia and just one his right arm was spade tatt