The Billionaire's Masquerade Novels & Stories

[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 was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

He finished. Realization filtered down. So he needed a fake wife so as to claim the consortium. Even at that, I wasn't interested in something like that. That was a fight between him and his family. I couldn't interfere by marrying him. I opened my mouth to say just that when he spoke. "I would give you ten million dollars upfront and pay you the rest when you sign the contract with me. I want you to enter a contract marraige of just five months with me. You could include your preference in the agreement."

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,

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.

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.

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.