My Ceo's Masked Desire の小説・ストーリー

“He’s been asking about you during meetings. Sent flowers to the reception desk yesterday but I throw it, I don't accept any suitors for Deborah.... also the staff said he called you ‘the most intriguing woman in Valmere Enterprises.’” Lucio gave a low whistle. “Bold.” Caelum, seated at the far end of the table, didn’t react, not visibly. But the tension in his shoulders said enough. He slowly set down the pen in his hand, his jaw tightening. “Who?” he asked, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut through air. Lysander shrugged, flipping another page. “Heir of the Cortez Group. Samuel Cortez. Young. Rich. Thinks he can have anything he wants.”

how do I present myself, if I may ask? "You want to be feared, you want to be the voice that has no face which causes everyone to shiver when it's heard, you pretend to be brutal meanwhile you are as soft-hearted as a naive child" The CEO looks at her interestingly as she speaks "lost in the world of riches, trying to find your place to feel among amid your family, you want to be seen for what you are and what you can offer, not for your title or your family's rank, you want to be seen as you!" Chichi drops the paperwork noisily on his desk "I see beyond that mask you wear. 30%" "What's 30%?" The CEO asks, confused about the

Entering the office, Phoebe met the gaze of the CEO, and just as she had expected, he was still wearing the mask. She sat on the chair just across from him and flashed a smile. "Shouldn't it be the time to already show your face to the public, Masked CEO?" she stated. Not wanting to comment on that, Helios straightforwardly asked, "What did you come here for? For an heiress to make a sudden appearance is already suspicious on its own." "Oh, come on, Mr. Ranford. We may be business rivals but it should not also mean that we could not be friends. Besides, I think we are going to agree on certain things. Don't worry, I did not come today to ask you for collaboration."

I looked over into the crowd once more and in the sea of people, I managed to lock eyes with one person. A man, no doubt. And he was staring right at me. I sucked in a deep breath, pretending not to be affected as I descended down the steps of the castle. Soon, I was swarmed by other business owners and the wealthy elites. I had no time to dwell on the mysterious masked man whose eyes bore into me like a predator. "Miss, Miss!" One called out. "You're the CEO of The Collective, aren't you?" "Yes, sir, I am." I smiled.

everyone wore masks and the women wore lingerie. The place smelt like leather and wine. I tugged the mask over my face, feeling the shift. Andrew Sterling, CEO, disappeared. In his place—someone who could watch without being watched. Couples moved under dim crimson light. A woman knelt before her partner, his hand tangled in her hair. Another leaned against a mirrored wall, breathless and lost. I watched in silence, detached but aware of every detail. The power, the control and the most important one, the surrender.

“Stay. You’ll find running is far less interesting.” My lips curved into a nervous smile, and I sipped the champagne. The bubbles stung my tongue, sharp and sweet. The longer I stood there, the more I felt the mansion itself breathing, the walls holding secrets too heavy to carry alone. A couple brushed past me, their hands wandering beneath silk and lace, the woman’s soft gasp swallowed by the man’s mouth. No one cared. No one stopped them. Desire wasn’t hidden here—it was celebrated. The man beside me leaned closer, his scent a mix of musk and expensive cologne. “Do you know what happens when the masks come off?” he asked.

“I don’t want a man.” They were polar opposites. Casey was tall, leggy and model thin like all of Damian Steele’s girlfriends, and she didn’t buy her clothes off the rack on the High Street like she did. If she wanted a man, she could walk outside and find one just like that. On the other hand, she would need to work a little harder. And she just didn’t want to do any of that for the sake of a man. Not again. “You don’t have to keep him. Nothing wrong with having a little fun now and again.”

So, after much internal debate and a little too much peer pressure from Clara, I caved. I wasn’t sure if Nick would attend, but as the CEO, he was supposed to be there. And that was one of the many reasons that made me want to go. Still, I wasn’t in a rush. I took my time getting ready, standing in front of my closet longer than necessary, debating whether I should bother dressing up. But then I remembered Clara’s comment from earlier, ‘If you’re going, at least try to look like you want to be there.’ so I gave in and picked something that felt… classy.

The masked men take turns to shake their hands with CEO Eric. CEO Eric forced a smile, but he was inwardly annoyed, extremely at that! CEO Eric never knew these masked men were capable enough to shatter his tricks and even maximize their profits. They were calm throughout the discussion and were even unseduced by his beauties. His eyes suddenly flashes with an evil glint that was perfectly hidden. After his friends went forward, Zenos stayed back and asked for a 'favor' from CEO Eric, which he did with 'all smiles' since 'he has no ability to refuse'.

“Thank you for joining us tonight. Now, we welcome the one person who made all of this possible—the heart of Sycamore Enterprise. Please welcome… our CEO.” Everyone paused and held their breaths. The spotlight turned at the top of the grand staircase. Everyone gasped seeing the tall figure standing there. The mysterious CEO wore a deep blue cloak that added mystery to their identity. I couldn’t even tell whether the CEO was a male or a female. They wore a black mask that hid everything except for the shape of their face. The CEO reached the bottom and paused. Then, with one motion, the CEO took off the mask and revealed their face to everyone.