The Billionaire Masquerade Novels & Stories

I head in, careful not to wrinkle to beautiful dress in my hands. And with the curtain falling to a close behind me and I start to peel off my shirt, mindful not to press onto my wound. The bleeding has stopped but I am not taking any chances with it. I do not think I can afford to pay for the dress if I stain it. I smell cigarettes from beyond the curtain. Elena is smoking. “The masquerade party,” she begins with a drawl and my ears perk up, intent on catching every word that comes out of her mouth, “is not merely a party. It is a façade for the rich and powerful to mingle, to strike business deals and to carve out alliances.”

Our target: Jessica’s highly esteemed charity gala—an event she had carefully planned and was set to host in a week. The night before the gala, I put on my most perfect disguise: a sophisticated masquerade mask and an elegant gown that would blend seamlessly with the high-society crowd. My team and I had worked tirelessly to infiltrate the event, ensuring every detail was perfectly executed. We were about to deliver the most significant blow yet.

I wanted to believe that's what she had to say. “No. It's something better. Our company is a branch company of a major conglomerate and our headquarters is hosting a masquerade ball.” Dorothy said. I didn't understand how a masquerade ball would be the solution to my problems. Would it? “And….” I said. “I know you're wondering how this is your solution, but do you know that there would be billionaires from all over the city at that ball?” Dorothy asked, almost in a whisper.

"Although the money is decent, this is a masquerade performance. The clients prefer to be anonymous. I agreed right away without thinking. Friday night arrived fast, and before I knew it I was standing backstage at Eclipse, clad in a revealing costume and a black mask half my face. As I watched for my signal, my heart hammered in my chest. Soft, sensual lighting enveloped the stage as I left, the eyes of the patrons tracking every action. Trying to forget where I was and why I was doing this, I turned my attention to the music. The performance passed in a haze, my head disconnected from my body.

Behind the Billionaire's Mask! Chapter 16 Victoria's POV "So, he's the bastard that cheated on his girlfriend with an older woman," I said, staring at the pictures Jaxon handed me. The image of Alex, Sophie's boyfriend, smirking beside a woman who looked at least a decade older, burned into my mind. "Yes," Jaxon replied. "The ex-boyfriend is a fool. He didn’t realize he was pushing his girlfriend right into the arms of a billionaire," I mused, my thoughts swirling with malicious delight. "What if he found out that his ex-girlfriend got married to someone like Julian?"

Valentino chose to ignore the message from the stranger and now that in the morning he started dressing up as himself and getting rid of all things to do with his disguise. He was Valentino Araya, a billionaire who chose to hide his identity from everyone. He was the hidden billionaire who had enormous wealth and would not run out in seven generations though. His wealth not only came from the inheritance of his father, but also he had become a billionaire before while still living in England. He owned some pretty big and very successful companies there. His name was widely known in England but very few people know his true face. In the country where he lived, everyone knew him as Valentino M

She smiled and remembered how wide his mouth had seemed when they were young the same mouth, she had given her first kiss to. Everything about him exuded masculinity. The broadness of his shoulders, the way his muscled torso narrowed like a vee into his abdomen. His lean thighs and elegant long legs. His neck was thicker now and when he swallowed; she swallowed too. Swallowing down her desire. He screamed billionaire and she wanted nothing to do with him. Too bad, he was quite handsome, and oh, crap. He was looking right at her. Damn it. Celine knew it was a mistake to come. What voodoo magic had Kim done to get her to come to this stupid party? “I’m leaving.”, Celine said. Leaving was her o

I have my father's features, dark brown hair, green eyes, 6"2' height. We both are ruthless killers. The only thing I got from my mother was loyalty to my family and loved ones. Rest was given to my younger brother. Today is the charity event held by Arthur Logan, a pain in the ass, he has a debt of two million which he had to repay by the end of the month but this bitch decided to delay. So I and my men will have to give him something to remember, not for the next time cause there will be none. He is obliviously enjoying his liquor at the party, while his wife and son are in my hold. I get ready for the event and get in the limo, my men in their cars follow me.

Selene backed away, eyes wide in fear. “W-What’s happening?” she asked as she spotted the masked man watching from the living room like a king surveying his chaos. The man stood. “I’ve made my decision,” he said. “I’ll take one of them as compensation. But I’ll also be taking your company, Mr. Madrigal—and everything you own.” “No! Not my company!” Papa cried out. “Your daughter isn’t worth two billion,” the man said coldly. “Even if I take everything you have, it still won’t be enough.”

"Scarlett, I heard about your sister's situation, and I wanted to help. I've decided to fund her treatment, and I'll take care of all the expenses." Scarlett couldn't believe it. She was so overwhelmed with gratitude that tears started to well up in her eyes. "Thank you so much, Damian. You have no idea how much this means to me and my family. I don't know how to thank you enough," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. But even as Damian made this generous offer, Scarlett couldn't shake the feeling that there was something cold and ruthless about him. She couldn't help but wonder what he expected in return for his kindness. Damian was known for being a shrewd businessman who never did an