The Billionaire's Masquerade Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

For the one man in the room who could write a single check that would keep my company from dying. I just didn’t know his face yet. The annual Voss Foundation Masquerade was the place where old money and new money fucked each other—literally and figuratively—behind silk and feathers and the polite fiction of anonymity. Everyone wore masks. Everyone pretended the silk made the sins lighter. I was here as Lena Cross, founder of a cybersecurity startup that needed a Series A or it would be dead by Christmas, and the biggest potential investor was rumored to be attending under a plain black half-mask.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Sophia forced herself to remain calm until the men finally left. Only after closing the door did she release the breath she had been holding. For a moment, she simply stood there in silence while staring at the pile of unpaid bills resting on the table. The weight of everything suddenly felt unbearable. SOPHIA MILLER never imagined that one wrong door would ruin the life she had spent years trying to hold together. The rain outside poured heavily against the dark streets of Manila, turning the city cold and restless by midnight. Inside the club, however, everything remained alive—dim lights, expensive liquor, loud laughter, and people rich enough to waste money like it meant nothing.

Alec’s silence was lethal. “I built this empire from scratch,” he murmured. “She wants to wear my name without the scars. She has no idea what it costs.” Zara grabbed his hand. “So what now?” His jaw flexed. “Now? We go nuclear.” ⸻ The gala was held in Monaco. All the billionaires came. The media was distracted by war rumors and a royal divorce scandal—just how Alec liked it. Zara entered in a molten gold gown. Alec, in a black velvet tuxedo, looked like the devil himself. And Juliette? She showed up in white. A statement.

_Tessa POV_ The music was kinda loud, you know it was actually vibrating through my bones and made my hips want to sway, even though my heels were already screaming at me. Fashion is pain right? And let me not get started with how super sweet the champagne is. Rich people totally pretend they love that stuff, just so they look classy. But hey, this wasn't just any get together party, this was a billionaire masquerade ball, the kind of men who wore power like a perfume and arrogance as second skin. Confidence overload, I swear.

As we stepped into the luxurious stores, Evelyn leaned in and whispered, "Go wild, Soph! Julian's wallet can handle it." I laughed, feeling a sense of freedom. This was my chance to explore a side of life I had only ever dreamed about. Let's see how much "wild" Julian's wallet could handle. Our first stop was a boutique that glimmered with designer gowns and accessories. I slipped into a stunning long gown, envisioning myself wearing it to tomorrow's press conference. The fabric felt soft against my skin, and I could almost hear the flash of cameras in my mind. But before I could admire myself too long, Evelyn vetoed it, declaring, "That's not billionaire's wife material."

Getting inside my car leaving my brother and maya behind I was devastated, many things running in my head, did he plan to just use me and dump me because he would have known being this famous and hiding his reality wouldn’t last long. As soon as reached Miller industry’s head office, I made my way towards the reception asking for Ivan Miller. “I need to talk to Mr Ivan Miller, can you tell me the way to his office”, I state professionally. I could see from her eyes that she is judging me from my outfit. I mean who will come to a multi million company wearing a white shirt and leather pants with a bikers jacket and high boots. She might be thinking am some gang member trying to kill her boss.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

Kasen picked up his black mask, turned his back on them, and walked out. The masquerade ball was a glittering, decadent display of wealth and shadow. The grand ballroom was filled with hundreds of masked billionaires, classical music swirling under the high, vaulted ceilings. The masks hid the greed and hunger of the elite, their eyes shining behind gold and silver lace. Kasen stood in the shadows of a marble pillar, his eyes glued to Maeva. She wore a breathtaking, midnight-blue gown, her face partially obscured by a delicate silver lace mask. Julian was standing beside her, trying to look charming despite the faint red marks on his neck.