The Billionaire Masquerade Novels & Stories

He moved towards the bathtub and held her hands and she was still startled beneath. Leo mirrowed through those experiences with many ladies at the bar or club during late evenings.The surrounding crowd of women swelling around him because he was known to be very rich and his company The Dante's appear to be one of the greatest in the country. Ladies would gladly go naked for him, and offer their body for a piece of gold but he sensed that Clara was more modest and this caught his attention deeply. He released her hands and stepped back with a confused look still written all over her face. She wondered if he had been possessed. She wouldn't have lost her cool, if he was rather apologetic but

We had a list of names on there of men who I was sure thought they'd escaped because their money and names had shrouded them but these fucks would soon be visited in the dead of night. There was about to be an outbreak of something deadly among the world's elite. Couldn't make it too bloody though I'd like to cut their fucking heads off. But that would definitely raise some questions. I kept my wife isolated from it all, those first few days I dedicated to making sure she was healing properly in body and mind. We found her a doctor that was a nice fit for both of us. She'd agreed to have the sessions in house so Blossom could be comfortable in her own surroundings and I made sure I was alway

CHRISTIAN’S POV The grandeur of the masquerade gala unfolded around me as Khalid and I engaged in a conversation, with a glass of champagne in our hands. I wonder who always hosted these masquerade auctions. Rumors say that it's some godfather in the mafia that we don’t know about, I couldn’t care less about rumors. I only saw it an as opportunity for rich people to buy stuff they don’t need and flaunt their money in their rival’s faces.

Then Charles unclenched his fists, and he gave a mirthless laugh and stated, “We still have tonight. Remember, all the top-notch individuals will be there, and among those people, the Chairmans of MC group, Roadland INC, Skylight company, and Fine wine industry will be there.” “Right. Tonight we get those accounts by any means necessary.” Jeff said, gazing at his cousins. Suddenly anger and fear crossed Chloe's face as she stared at the other and softly intoned, “If grandfather has to make our father get those accounts, we will all be looked down upon, and that would be the worst thing that can happen to any of us.” “It's not the worst thing that can happen, but Catherine getting those accou

_Tessa POV_ The music was kinda loud, you know it was actually vibrating through my bones and made my hips want to sway, even though my heels were already screaming at me. Fashion is pain right? And let me not get started with how super sweet the champagne is. Rich people totally pretend they love that stuff, just so they look classy. But hey, this wasn't just any get together party, this was a billionaire masquerade ball, the kind of men who wore power like a perfume and arrogance as second skin. Confidence overload, I swear.

Alec’s silence was lethal. “I built this empire from scratch,” he murmured. “She wants to wear my name without the scars. She has no idea what it costs.” Zara grabbed his hand. “So what now?” His jaw flexed. “Now? We go nuclear.” ⸻ The gala was held in Monaco. All the billionaires came. The media was distracted by war rumors and a royal divorce scandal—just how Alec liked it. Zara entered in a molten gold gown. Alec, in a black velvet tuxedo, looked like the devil himself. And Juliette? She showed up in white. A statement.

"We need to talk." I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Couldn't process what I was seeing. "What..." The word came out broken. "What is this?" "This is me being honest for once." Carl's voice was cold. Clinical. Like he was explaining a simple concept to someone slow. "I'm not marrying you, Victoria. I never was." The floor tilted beneath me. "What are you talking about? We're engaged. Everyone's here. Your ring is on my finger." "That ring was a placeholder. A prop." He stepped away from Bianca, adjusting his jacket. "I needed a date to events. Someone presentable while I built my network. You were convenient."

Tonight was the Bennett Foundation Gala five hundred of New York's elite crammed into the Plaza, writing checks they'd never miss to causes they would never think about again. And he would be there. Dante Russo. My chest tightened just thinking his name. I'd seen his face in Forbes, in the Wall Street Journal, on the covers of magazines that treated him like some kind of king. CEO. Philanthropist. Self-made billionaire. They had no idea what he really was. What we really were. I turned from the window and picked up my clutch it was small and expensive, containing nothing but lipstick, a fake ID, and the kind of courage that only comes from having nothing left to lose.

--- The Gala Games Inside, the gala was a masterpiece of wealth and power. Golden light was cast throughout the room by crystal chandeliers. Waiters weaved through the crowd, carrying trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres. In the background, a live orchestra sang soft classical music. Everywhere she looked, politicians, CEOs, and celebrities mingled, their laughter smooth and practiced. Leila had spent years writing about this world, exposing its corruption. Now she was pretending to be part of it. Adrian guided her toward a group of business moguls, greeting them with his signature charm.

It was the annual Masquerade Ball , an exclusive charity event where the city’s elite shed their everyday identities for one decadent night of anonymity. Isabelle Moreau adjusted the delicate black lace mask over her eyes, her pulse fluttering with nervous excitement. At 31, she was the quiet, devoted wife of tech executive Nathan Moreau. She rarely attended events like this without him, but Nathan had been called away on urgent business and insisted she go. “Have fun for once,” he had said with a distracted kiss on her cheek. She felt exposed in her deep emerald gown. The silk hugged her full breasts and flared at her hips, with a daring slit that revealed one smooth, toned leg with every s