The Billionaire Masquerade Novels & Stories

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.

he smiled. "Stop calling me that Grandpa" Mason frowned and the old man only chuckled. "Forcing you to get married wasn't a bad idea after all, come here" the old man hugged him but he didn't bother returning the hug. "Hey I haven't seen you before, you are you?" Rosa asked when she saw Miguel looking at the stage where Mason and his Grandpa were standing. He was shocked to see the hidden billionaire's face, turns out the years of wearing a nose mask weren't a waste, he was so handsome.

I asked. "You want to kill who,do you think he is like every other person, well,Simon's junior brother I went to see yesterday is the one and only masked multi billionaire". He broke the ice. " What??? Masked multi billionaire?? Me? Why??" I stuttered in shock. "Can you see that you are in big trouble, he is going to stop at nothing to search for you,the only advice I can give you is to hide pending the time I will find a solution". He said but I remained mute.

It was not going to be a pretty argument, but at the exact same time, it was going to be exactly what he needed to do. “Benton, you don't know what women are like. Nobody is going to want you just because they want you. You’re a freaking billionaire. Do you not think that that is part of what some woman who is off the street is gonna want?” his next youngest sister asked as she batted her eyes at him.

Her heels already ached. Everyone in the room shimmered. The women wore diamonds like skin. The men—every one of them tall, clean-jawed, dangerous—wore masks that looked like power in velvet form. And she had never felt more alone in her life. She’d only come because one of her student’s parents had insisted, said it would be “good exposure,” and “for a good cause.” A charity masquerade hosted by Volkov Industries. The champagne was free. The judgment was not.

He looked more like a prince than a predator, with two cappuccinos in hand and a soft, calculating smile. “Morning,” he said. “Thought I’d bring the good stuff.” She gave a half-smile. “Thanks.” He nodded toward the envelope. “I see it arrived.” “What is it?” “An invitation.” He handed her the drink. “There’s an annual masquerade ball here—very exclusive, mostly old money, aristocrats, a few foreign dignitaries… and, well, me.” Emilia narrowed her eyes. “You’re on that list?” “I have friends in charming places.”

THE grand Charity Gala was the event of the year, hosted at the illustrious Diamond Crest Hotel. It was where only the wealthiest and most powerful gathered, billionaires, celebrities, and world-renowned influencers, all dressed to the nines. Crystal chandeliers shimmered from above, soft jazz floated in the air, and every corner of the hall glittered with elegance. The anticipation was palpable, not just for the donations or the luxury auction but because Oswald Escobar, the elusive billionaire, was finally making a public appearance, and not alone.

He looked away. The gala venue was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, and golden lights bathed the room in a soft, dreamlike glow. Damian introduced her to a few of his acquaintances — Gregory Thorne, a luxury yacht mogul; Nadia Velasquez, CEO of a fashion empire; and Alden Ko, a real estate tycoon in Singapore. Eventually, Aria stepped away, giving him room to talk business. She wandered with a glass of champagne in hand, observing the opulence.

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

Guards towers dotted the perimeter of the wide expanse of the compound, the whole place was as tight as a fucking prison cell, Reena thought. Tying the glittery diamond studded mask around her face, Reena prowled the ballroom. The ball was in full swing now, and the whispers of men and women belonging to the highest part of society washed through the huge ballroom like the smooth feeling of expensive wine. Despite the sweet taste of romance and hints of lusts in the air as expensively dressed men and women glided through the floor and the perfectly placed lights touching their skin with erotic hands, Reena could still see with her trained eyes the cloud of budding danger in the air, and she