The Billionaire Masquerade Novels & Stories

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

Malakai The Grand Regent Theater was a sprawling monument to old money and high-society sins. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen rain from the vaulted, gold-leaf ceilings, casting a heavy, opulent glow over the sea of the city's elite. Velvet drapes muffled the low murmur of million-dollar bids, and tonight, every face was hidden behind an exquisite, aristocratic mask. A masquerade auction. The perfect playground for monsters.

Her phone buzzed again. Luca: Then come somewhere private. Sienna: That sounds like the beginning of a documentary about rich serial killers. Luca: You've really committed to this murderer narrative. Sienna: Because you keep acting suspicious. Another typing bubble. Luca: There's a charity masquerade tomorrow night. Sienna: A masquerade? Luca: Very dramatic. Monaco loves costumes. Sienna: You're already wearing a billionaire disguise every day. Luca: That was rude.

She picked up her phone and turned around to run as far away as possible from them! Without taking anything, she ran out of the house barefooted. —At the Hotel— An average-looking man is seen standing in front of the masked man with honey tea and a slice of lemon dipped into the cup. The man is Black William, the 3rd richest billionaire in the top 10 in the entire states. He is powerful, divine, and reserved. But under the reserved gentleman lies another side of him that he indicated with his mask on. He is the rawest of the term cold-hearted, and merciless. He takes his business seriously but no one has ever seen his face.

The night air was thick with the scent of power, money, and sin. The Graves Estate stood like a fortress, a mansion of glass and steel, looming over the city like a kingdom of shadows. Inside, the annual masquerade ball was in full swing—New York’s most powerful figures dressed in black and gold, their faces hidden behind delicate masks. Elena stepped into the grand hall, her gown a deep shade of crimson, a color that spoke of war and temptation. She wasn’t here to blend in. She was here to be seen. The room was alive with whispers. Who was she?

Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide. The bass from the main floor vibrated through the walls as I waited, counting my heartbeats. One client. Three songs. Maybe four hundred dollars if he was generous, another small dent in a mountain of debt so massive I'd need a thousand nights like this to even see the top. Fifteen million dollars didn’t care about dignity. The door opened. My practiced smile was already in place, sultry and inviting, as I looked up, my heart just stopped. Nicholas Bodeen stood in the doorway.

Adrian's POV The Masquerade wasn’t optional. That was the first lie people told themselves about it every year. They liked to pretend it was tradition…….Or charity…..Or networking while dressing up in black tie and champagne. Truth was simpler: if you were the biggest billionaire in New York, you hosted it. Period……You didn’t opt out…..You didn’t reschedule…..You didn’t fake the flu. Unfortunately I was that billionaire. You showed up and greeted guests and even potential clients…… letting everyone see you still owned the room.

“What makes you think I am going to come to one of those boring party with you? I told you I don't want to be seen with you in public, are you rebelling?“ May asked him, her arms crossed on her body. He chuckled a bit, then his face went serious when he saw her glare. She had always heard stories about clingy billionaires like him who thinks the world revolves around them. He promised to protect her, is he going to break that promise this soon? “It's a mask party. You don't have to show your face, you can continue being a mystery woman.“ He replied her. A masked party? What's this? Halloween happened already and she is not aware? Why does rich people like these boring mask parties? What if s

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

My lover, betraying me to sleep with another man who happens to be my best friend. I have never been so ashamed of myself till now. This moment. What would people say? Yes. Well, it's the first thing that comes to mind when things of this nature happens. Always cognizant of what the society thinks. If there is anywhere I'd rather be now, it won't be in this world. I take some cash and head out to the reception. The guy at the other end of the table is dressed smartly. It's the only thing I notice about him since I don't want to meet his eyes. "Do you have something strong here to drink?"