Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Masquerade Cast

Jackson was wearing a black tux, under it he was wearing a white shirt and did a bow tie. Ella was wearing a black frock and pearl necklace, she was wearing a tiara and her hair was pulled up in a bun, she doesn't like to keep her hair down like me, because its irritating when it comes in front of our eyes and we have to put them behind. I was too wearing black, a black ball gown, it had spaghetti straps and showed my curves perfectly. They both were even wearing their shades. They were totally obsessed with it. "Why are you guys wearing your shades when it's an evening party?" I asked them.

The only problems were; this was a masquerade Ball and everyone was dressed in their finest; and everyone was wearing complicated masks so no one could be recognized at first glance. I wore an aqua blue ball gown with silver threading and a silver mask to go with it. I’d tied my golden hair in an elegant French bun at the back of my head and used a silver comb with blue gemstones to secure the bun in place. Several tendrils of hair fell around my face and the only jewelry I was wearing were a blue teardrop necklace that Jonathan had gifted me this morning and my daylight bracelet. Jonathan wore a black suit and pants with a blue shirt underneath. His mask was set in black with glittering blu

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.”

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.

With the absurd masks covering their faces, no one could be identified in the dimly lit room. It was a party for the first class and like generally they were undeniably dressed to the nine, dull suits, glossy dresses joined by extravagant gems. Despite the fact that Janet had dabbled in this world for years, she was accustomed to the setting and sneered under her breath. The world of billionaires still upended her beyond words. She could never really understand them or their activities. It was self-important individuals who had practical experience in making life unendurable for individuals they saw as being underneath them.

Call me first thing. I ignored it and pulled up T*****r. And there it was. Still photos. Clear, crisp, taken from inside Liam’s penthouse. Me. Standing at the door, hugging him goodbye. His hand on my back, my face against his shoulder. The captions were brutal. “Secret Lovers?” “Amy’s Fake Engagement Exposed?” “Billionaire Beauty Plays Both Sides.” I dropped the phone onto the couch, my stomach churning. I could already imagine Bruce seeing it, the board seeing it, the world eating it alive.

"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.

His eyes pierced right into mine, instilling fear and hatred all at once. On the right side of the room, the investors’ wives sat gracefully in their designated seats, including Emily. Her fake smile and innocent face were on full display. Everyone loved her. Until she saw me. Her smile shifted into that twisted smile of a psychopath, the kind I’d only seen on TV. Emily was a real psychopath. Both of them made my skin crawl in the middle of the crowd. “Jack, sorry, I need to use the restroom.” “Jack, sorry, I need to use the restroom,” I said quickly, slipping the camera into my sling bag.

“Cee, just tonight. I promise. Last night. Okay?” I swallowed hard. Because he was right. I needed the money. To not look like a poor bride beside a king. “One night,” I whispered. “And that’s all.” He cheered quietly, kissing my cheek. Chelsea strutted off with that I-won attitude. I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly fell out. Blinky squeezed my hand. “You got this. And hey... mask party tonight.” Two joys hit me; 'Mask party = super wealthy clientele. 'I wouldn’t see who I was assigned to.

It also proved to Maybelline that she needed to stop taking things easy, she had to step up her game because there was no way that she was just going to watch everything they…she and her dead husband had worked for just fall by the wayside. Maybelline who is known amongst Billionaires and CEOs as a dangerous strategist plotted her plan. To get that leech Vivienne out of Arlo's life, she knew she needed another woman in the picture, someone with everything to lose, everyone who she could use and control, some with no single penny to her name. She needed someone who would be puppet, her pawn in this game. Someone beautiful and charming enough to get her dumb son Arlo to fall in love with them