The Billionaire's Masquerade Novels & Stories

Her smile disappeared. She answered. “Hello?” A man's voice came through. Calm. Deep. Controlled. “Miss Lin.” “Who are you?” “My name is Gu Yichen.” Lin froze. The name was impossible to misunderstand. Gu Group. The billionaire CEO. One of the most powerful businessmen in Shanghai. “Why are you calling me?” “I'd like to meet you.” Lin frowned. “Why?” “I have something to discuss with you.” “What?” There was a brief silence. “You'll understand when we meet.”

[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.

She pointed out holding out a big black mask. "Is it a masquerade?" She asked with one brow lifted up. "Well, I guess." I threw the arm length gloves at her and she caught them, "Do you know what happens in those parties?" She placed them down and stared right into my eyeball. "What?" "Orgies. Those rich fellas have sex all around the floor with rich wives and they cuckold each other in there. The president is holding the billionaire's wife and the wife is holding the bachelor. It's a mess." She explained throwing her hands around. I placed the silky dress back in the box and looked at her with thinned eyes,

My heart pounded as I cross-checked the information, my suspicions confirmed when I traced the shell company back to Alexander McQueen It was a front, I'm definitely sure about it. McQueen was siphoning off money, using the funds to finance his scheme against me. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This wasn't just about revenge, it was about crippling everything I had built, piece by piece. I couldn't let that happen.

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.”

She could not overstep here. "No. You misunderstood me. It's just that …" Her eyes widened all of a sudden. "Eddy Morrison must be the mysterious bidder! He must've made the bid for you!" No wonder Caroline looked as calm as ever when she made the bet. She knew the bracelet was authentic and had purposely made her fall into her trap! Caroline beamed. "Regardless of who gave me the bracelet, you owe me 20 million now!" "In your dreams! I will never give it to you!" Brie's face was as red as a tomato as she walked out of the store in her awkward saunter. The way she walked made her look outrageous, especially since she was wearing such an elaborate, tight-fitting dress.

Amy adjusted the collar of her blazer in the restroom mirror, her fingers slightly trembling. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she stepped out into the grand foyer of the hotel where the Hawthorne Group’s annual charity gala was underway . It was technically a corporate event.. board members , potential investors , old-money socialites.. but Amy knew the game. These parties were where alliances were made and reputations cemented . And tonight, she wasn ’t just here to smile politely . She was here to send a message.

"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.

He smiled as he stared at the money, then covered it up and rose to his feet. “Nice doing business with you, gentlemen.” He nodded at them and walked out, followed by two huge men who had been his entourage all day. It was the middle of night and they had their meeting within the confined walls of an old safehouse. Mason got into a waiting car with his men and they left to find Don Romero. Don Romero was in his new mansion, he had purchased it two days ago after landing one of the biggest deals of his career with some politicians and billionaires. It was just his first step towards achieving his actual goal, he couldn't wait for everything to be set.

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.