The Billionaire Masquerade Novels & Stories

"You deserve all the happiness, Cass. Jim is lucky to have you." Cassandra beamed. "I'm lucky to have him too." Mildred's gaze drifted off, her voice taking on a wistful tone. "Jim is... amazing. So charming and handsome plus he's got the bucks too." Cassandra playfully teased, "You want him, don't you?" Mildred's eyes snapped back to Cassandra's, her cheeks flushing. "No, no, of course not!" Cassandra chuckled. "Just kidding, sis." Meanwhile, in a lavish, well-lit room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, Claus Barrow paced back and forth. The room's elegant décor, complete with marble floors and a crystal chandelier, seemed to amplify his agitation.

, Alexander explained. This was the most that I had heard Alexander talk. It was fun to listen to him. I was glad that he was able to put his mouth into good use. Another thing that caught my attention was the fact that he had mentioned that he had never taken another woman for the kind of social event that he wanted to take me to. I felt kind of special, but also kind of nervous. “What kind of business social event is it?”, I asked. “It is a masquerade ball that will be attended by many successful businessmen and businesswomen, elites such as queens, princesses, kings, and princes from different countries, other high-profile individuals, including wealthy tech-savvy individuals, and many mo

A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine. "Well, Mr. Cross," I said, walking back into the study and dropping into the massive leather chair. I opened my laptop, pulling the document back onto the center screen. "Looks like I'm not the only one wearing a mask." I highlighted the title I had typed just an hour ago: THE MECHANIC'S WIFE. I hit delete. I typed a new one, the keys clacking like a drumbeat. THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET.

This was the annual Masquerade Gala, the one night a year where the monsters of the corporate world wore masks that finally matched their souls. ​I stepped onto the polished marble floor, my heels clicking with a rhythm that felt far too much like a countdown. Click. Click. Click. Every step was taking me further away from my old life and deeper into the mouth of the beast. My dress, a deep midnight blue that shimmered like a bruised sky, felt like armor. It was backless, draped low to show off the skin I had spent years caring for, all to serve as a distraction. The lace mask over my eyes was tight, the delicate patterns pressing into my skin, reminding me that tonight, Elena Sterling did n

The masked stranger stood and removed the silver mask. The entire market gasped. Cassian Vale. Everyone in Velmora knew that face. The sharp cheekbones, the cold gray eyes, the expression that had graced the covers of empire journals and financial spell ledgers since he inherited the Vale fortune at twenty-three. The youngest billionaire in the realm. Owner of the crystal railways. The sky ports. Half the magical banks in the empire. And currently staring at her like she had just become the most dangerous thing in his world. “Take her,” he said.

I stood in the midst of all the people dancing to the music that could be heard all the way to the end of the island. A glass of champagne was clutched in one hand and still full, I hadn't had a sip. My eyes were fixed on the object that was the reason I was on this island. David Alexander Thomas, the man rumoured to have an illegal business with blood on his hands. His name was always in my head when I received this business. He stood at the centre of the conversation, surrounded by several women with fake smiles.

“He’s a drop dead handsome billionaire that anyone with common sense would want in their pocket, and you’re moving into his space. I’m just saying, stay focused on the data, not the man.” I shoved in a pair of jeans with more force than necessary. “There is zero chance of that happening.” She rolled her eyes with such theatrical force I thought they might get stuck. “It’s not every day you stumble across a man willing to wire hundred million dollars for a pretend housewife. I’ll emphasize on that outrageous amount again, that’s more than enough capital to build a conglomerate from scratch if you want to.” “Still not the point,” I grumbled.

He smiled as he stared at the money, then covered it up and rose to his feet. “Nice doing business with you, gentlemen.” He nodded at them and walked out, followed by two huge men who had been his entourage all day. It was the middle of night and they had their meeting within the confined walls of an old safehouse. Mason got into a waiting car with his men and they left to find Don Romero. Don Romero was in his new mansion, he had purchased it two days ago after landing one of the biggest deals of his career with some politicians and billionaires. It was just his first step towards achieving his actual goal, he couldn't wait for everything to be set.

It was about the forthcoming *Masquerade Night Gala*, one of the most exclusive events in town for billionaires and the upper echelon. Axel's lips curled in a sly grin as he read through the details of the *Masquerade Night Gala*. This was the perfect event: one of those high-society parties where money, power, and opportunity came together. And for a man like him, that meant so much more than a night in the lap of luxury. It meant possible new targets: impressionable women with fat wallets who fell easily into his charm and were played.

I muttered, my cheeks burning again. “It’s not an insult. It’s a practical observation.” He sighed, a faint hint of exasperation finally coloring his tone. “I am thirty-two years old. My family, particularly my mother, believes my sole purpose now is to provide her with grandchildren and secure the ‘dynasty’.” He said the word with palpable distaste. “The blind dates have become… relentless. They are a distraction I can no longer afford.” I just stared at him, trying to process it. The most elusive billionaire on the planet, a man who could buy and sell small countries, was being hounded by his mom to settle down. It was so bizarrely, hilariously human that it was almost believable.