The Billionaire's Masquerade Cast Novels & Stories

“I’ll be here… hoping to unmask more than just your cock next time.” He chuckled darkly, kissing her swollen lips once more. “We’ll see. The night is still young. And I have plans for that pretty mouth and ass in the private suites upstairs.” The masked billionaire offered his arm, and together they slipped back toward the ballroom. The ball continued, but for Sophia, the real masquerade had only just begun.

"Then why bring me here? Why do this in front of my family?" "Because Bianca's family has the connections I actually need. Her father's a state senator. Her uncle's a major donor. That's the kind of family a man with political ambitions marries into." He glanced at Bianca, who smirked. "Not some middle-class event planner from nowhere." The cruelty of it stole my breath. "You're lying," I whispered. "This isn't real. You're just... you're having some kind of breakdown." "I'm having a breakthrough." Carl's smile was pitying. "I'm choosing the life I actually want. With someone who can help me get there."

Mason’s fingers clenched, his thoughts were spinning and his vision turning blur. Kate screamed into the phone. “Ellie, please! This isn’t about money!” Ellie tilted her head, fake sympathy dripping from her voice. “You’re trying to take his happiness. Just like you always have.” Kate sobbed uncontrollably. “Mason, please believe me. Please.” Ellie smiled faintly. “She’s always been a good actress when it comes to money.” Kate whispered, her voice barely there, "I would never do something like this especially with Elena involved.”

And my wages wouldn’t be enough to pay for it. His eyes narrowed, one hand slipping into his pocket. Then someone called him from behind. “Hello Xavier Blackwood!” He turned back and waved briefly. Immediately My mind froze. Xavier Blackwood? The name was a popular, legendary whispered with power and money. A ruthless billionaire known for his icy demeanor and iron grip on his family empire. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my trembling hands. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The clash was too shocking and surprising.

The chandelier lights dripped gold over the hall, dazzling against champagne glasses and glittering gowns. The city’s richest, the proud, the powerful, and the arrogant billionaires gathered under one roof for Paris’s annual Crescent Empire Gala. It was the night for billionaires not just anyhow person. Delilah stood beside Franklin, both impeccably dressed. He wore a sharp black tuxedo, every inch of him reeking of control and confidence, while she, in her deep emerald gown and diamond earrings, looked like a Queen.

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.

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“You really love that word for someone who’s never had to spell it.” His eyes finally met mine. Heat. Ice. Chaos. I swallowed and tried not to combust. “I was curious,” I said. “You never told me why you need a fake girlfriend.” “For a business deal.” I blinked. That was… honest? “What kind of deal?” He smiled lazily. “Curious, are we?” “Yes. I’m literally sitting in a car with a man I barely know, about to have dinner with his billionaire father. I think I deserve a few details.”

My face was tilted up to his, my expression a confusing mix of anger and something else… The headline screamed: BAEK’S NEW MYSTERY WOMAN: Journalist Emilia Carter Captivates Tech Titan & Sparks Bidding War with Rival Von Oberhaus! Below it was another photo: Jin, his face a mask of cold fury, paddle raised, while Ilay smirked from a few tables away. The caption detailed the insane amount he’d dropped on the necklace “for his new flame.” My stomach dropped to my feet. “Oh, shit.”

I said, bowing slightly as a sign of respect She didn't pay any heed to me, her hand wrapped around the wine glass and her smoky eyes surveying around her guests. “I sent the cheque already… oh Mr. Harry, such a pleasure to see you…” she exclaimed and she was gone. Sighing, I straightened up and looked around the venue. It was filled with people, the rich kind, the type who threw money about. This was the kind of parties where only the most successful businessmen and women attended. The only reason why I was here was because I was the event planner who got the contract and I wanted to make sure that everything went right.