The Billionaire's Masquerade Cast Novels & Stories

Especially him. Damian Blackwood. The man I am supposed to marry. A billionaire whose name made tycoons tremble. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. I had seen the way he looked at me during our brief engagement meetings—like I was just another piece of asset, another acquisition. And I refuse to be bought. The curtains lifted. Applause rolled through the crowd. One by one, we glided onto the stage, gowns shimmering under the lights. Each of us masked, each mysterious, each promised to the highest bidder for the sake of “charity.” My turn came all too soon. My heels clicking like gunshots against the polished floor.

The rusting pipes dripped water, creating a cold atmosphere but that did not seem to bother them. “You've done it dad, we're twenty four hours away from owning Cooper Conglomerate.” Mason laughed, taking a puff out of the cigar in his hand. Don smiled. “It has always been mine, and now, it'll officially belong to me. I can't wait to see Noah's face when I strip that mask from his face and make him watch me destroy him.” Mason and the others laughed, their laughter echoing in the basement, to the ears of the three blindfolded women who were scared for their lives behind the tall shelf. The shelf was standing between the men and the captives.

“All right then.” “I’ll call you tomorrow.” I hang up with a sigh, and call Rosa. “About bloody time,” she says. “How’s it going?” “I don’t know.” “What does that mean?” “I guess I’m just confused about everything.” “Well, I’d be confused too if I ended up in the bed of one of the richest men in the world. I can’t believe you told me his name was Nikolai Something or other, when he is Nikolai Smirnov, a fully paid up member of the Russian billionaire club.”

Adrian nodded, "I needed her to believe that her success here is solely based on her talent. I didn't want her to think that it was because of any favors or influence. And she's proving herself admirably." Michael leaned back, understanding Adrian's perspective. "Well, she's certainly making a mark here. Her designs are impressive, and the team values her contributions." "Also, I wanted to know how people treat me whether I have or have not money," Adrian added. Michael nodded in understanding. "It's a unique approach, Mr. Sterling. It must have been challenging for you to keep this secret from her, especially since she's your wife." Adrian and Michael continued their conversation as they wa

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.

[16] The Baby That Billionaire Wants Archer stepped into the ballroom that was already filled with important figures on par with his father. This was officially a fundraiser, but underneath, it was simply a show-off between billionaires eager to show off their meager sums of money. The show-off was also held in a glittering venue filled with expensive alcohol. It was a stark contrast to the mission of "fundraising" for those in need. Archer himself wasn't sure the money would actually reach the poor and needy.

I'm certain I heard foreign languages spoken between couples, too. As I wasn't dancing, I could pay more attention to guests' outfits. They all had to be filthy rich. Just look at their gaudy clothes and masks. The women's complexions were so smooth. Their luscious lips and perfect necks sparkled like their masks. The men's apparel was equally extravagant, made of velvets, silks, and other expensive material. Masquerade must an extremely influential man if he was hosting a party of this size to so many kinds of people. My mind reeled. I began to feel a little more sympathy for Garrett's slipping off—though I was annoyed I had to find his employer by myself.

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.

The masked stranger stood and removed the silver mask. The entire market gasped. Cassian Vale. Everyone in Velmora knew that face. The sharp cheekbones, the cold gray eyes, the expression that had graced the covers of empire journals and financial spell ledgers since he inherited the Vale fortune at twenty-three. The youngest billionaire in the realm. Owner of the crystal railways. The sky ports. Half the magical banks in the empire. And currently staring at her like she had just become the most dangerous thing in his world. “Take her,” he said.

“Or maybe you were just cheaper than I thought.” I tried to stand up, anger flaring, but the billionaire put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down. “What are you trying to do?” he asked his wife, voice tight. She clapped her hands once. “Come in. Come in.” The door opened. Several staff members entered carrying a large silver tray covered with a black cloth. They placed it on the table and left without a word. The billionaire frowned. “What’s this?” The wife walked over, lifted the cloth with a flourish. “Ta-da! Surprise!”