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She picked up her phone and turned around to run as far away as possible from them! Without taking anything, she ran out of the house barefooted. —At the Hotel— An average-looking man is seen standing in front of the masked man with honey tea and a slice of lemon dipped into the cup. The man is Black William, the 3rd richest billionaire in the top 10 in the entire states. He is powerful, divine, and reserved. But under the reserved gentleman lies another side of him that he indicated with his mask on. He is the rawest of the term cold-hearted, and merciless. He takes his business seriously but no one has ever seen his face.

There was silence, then he said, “You may not want to know who’s behind this... but you will. Meet me tonight. The old pier. Alone.” Before I could ask more, the call ended. Later, driving through the city’s foggy streets, I felt the weight of my empire on my shoulders. Being a billionaire meant having power, but also enemies who would stop at nothing to take you down. At the pier, the shadows were thick. I waited, eyes scanning every movement. A figure appeared—not Max. Masked, calm, and holding a device glowing faintly. “You don’t understand the stakes, Richard,” the voice said, mechanical and cold. “Want your materials back? Your project saved? You’ll play by our rules.”

"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.

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.

I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes. The door to VIP Room Three stood open, I stepped inside, but she wasn't there yet. I sat on the leather sofa, adjusting my cufflinks out of nervous habit. The door opened. Nyx stepped inside wearing black lace this time. The lingerie left even less to imagination than the crimson from last week. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and that jeweled mask caught the amber light. I couldn’t take my eyes off how stunning she looked in that lace.

Vance? Max smirked arrogantly, pulling me in for a deep kiss. 'I am a billionaire, sweetheart. Winning is what I do.' The grand ballroom of the Geneva Financial Center was flooded with flashing camera lights, crystal chandeliers, and the elite high-society of Europe. Billionaires, diplomats, and international heiresses walked across the red carpet, sipping vintage champagne and wearing million-dollar diamonds. Tonight was the preliminary welcome gala before tomorrow's massive shareholders vote, and all eyes were on us.

he again hesitated Tazz grew impatient, he sighed with frustration and disconnected the call He opened the news app on his mobile phone and realised what had happened. “The biggest show of the year, the famous belly dancer of the country openly tricks a billionaire , plays a damsel in distress,” “Show some Crocodile fear, shed some crocodile tears and become a billionaire’s dear.” ‘Mahira plays false costume saga and ends up in hotel room with a billionaire’ There were pictures of them when Tazz covered her on stage, but in the photo only his back was visible while Maya’s tear stained face against his chest showed clearly.

A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine. "Well, Mr. Cross," I said, walking back into the study and dropping into the massive leather chair. I opened my laptop, pulling the document back onto the center screen. "Looks like I'm not the only one wearing a mask." I highlighted the title I had typed just an hour ago: THE MECHANIC'S WIFE. I hit delete. I typed a new one, the keys clacking like a drumbeat. THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET.

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.

She inquired, further perplexing me. “Ugh, what are you talking about?” I inquired, confused. Scarlet gave me a sidelong glance before turning down the radio volume. “Huh... A billionaire from New York is hosting a success meet the next day. It's more like a masquerade ball. And it appears that guests are welcome to bring a date. Patrick and Logan have been invited, and Pat has asked me to accompany him. I assumed you were accompanying Logan.” She stated. “Oh...” was all I could say before falling silent.