The Billionaire's Masquerade Novelas e Histórias

Then Charles unclenched his fists, and he gave a mirthless laugh and stated, “We still have tonight. Remember, all the top-notch individuals will be there, and among those people, the Chairmans of MC group, Roadland INC, Skylight company, and Fine wine industry will be there.” “Right. Tonight we get those accounts by any means necessary.” Jeff said, gazing at his cousins. Suddenly anger and fear crossed Chloe's face as she stared at the other and softly intoned, “If grandfather has to make our father get those accounts, we will all be looked down upon, and that would be the worst thing that can happen to any of us.” “It's not the worst thing that can happen, but Catherine getting those accou

CHRISTIAN’S POV The grandeur of the masquerade gala unfolded around me as Khalid and I engaged in a conversation, with a glass of champagne in our hands. I wonder who always hosted these masquerade auctions. Rumors say that it's some godfather in the mafia that we don’t know about, I couldn’t care less about rumors. I only saw it an as opportunity for rich people to buy stuff they don’t need and flaunt their money in their rival’s faces.

he said softly, “Whatever you need to tell yourself.” ─𖤝─ Rino ─𖤝─ Age 43 | The Aurelio Marcone Retrospective | Chicago’s Annual Billionaire Art Gala The thing about betrayal was that it made everything clearer. The room glowed gold and white, stupid modern art hanging from wires, and paintings that looked like someone let a toddler loose with a brush and cocaine. Billionaires clinked their glasses, laughing too loud, talking too big. They all pretended to love art, but we all knew the truth.

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."

The Billionaire Sugar Daddy Chapter 45 THE other Vozinelik still stood right in his front. Dylan is frozen when his hand is gently slapping his squishy cheeks to wake him up. They both go inside the car as Connor closed the door and then puts on the seatbelt while his body is close enough to feel the warm breath. The pretty boy is dumbfounded while holding the envelope that this crazy billionaire gave to him.Inside of the car is silent until they reach some particular parts of the city. The lights are the only thing that can make the inside illuminate. Dylan is quiet, and Connor is bothered—no! He is curious about what he thinks about what he said earlier at the entrance of the restaurant.

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.

Guards towers dotted the perimeter of the wide expanse of the compound, the whole place was as tight as a fucking prison cell, Reena thought. Tying the glittery diamond studded mask around her face, Reena prowled the ballroom. The ball was in full swing now, and the whispers of men and women belonging to the highest part of society washed through the huge ballroom like the smooth feeling of expensive wine. Despite the sweet taste of romance and hints of lusts in the air as expensively dressed men and women glided through the floor and the perfectly placed lights touching their skin with erotic hands, Reena could still see with her trained eyes the cloud of budding danger in the air, and she

Adrian's POV The Masquerade wasn’t optional. That was the first lie people told themselves about it every year. They liked to pretend it was tradition…….Or charity…..Or networking while dressing up in black tie and champagne. Truth was simpler: if you were the biggest billionaire in New York, you hosted it. Period……You didn’t opt out…..You didn’t reschedule…..You didn’t fake the flu. Unfortunately I was that billionaire. You showed up and greeted guests and even potential clients…… letting everyone see you still owned the room.

It was about the forthcoming *Masquerade Night Gala*, one of the most exclusive events in town for billionaires and the upper echelon. Axel's lips curled in a sly grin as he read through the details of the *Masquerade Night Gala*. This was the perfect event: one of those high-society parties where money, power, and opportunity came together. And for a man like him, that meant so much more than a night in the lap of luxury. It meant possible new targets: impressionable women with fat wallets who fell easily into his charm and were played.

© Angel Adigwe, 2022 Published by Angel Adigwe. INTRODUCTION Damien white is the CEO of white enterprises. An event which occured in the past led to him always wearing a mask over his face. But no one really knew what happened. Even when he gets asked by people about the reason for the mask he still refuses to disclose anything about it and instead choose to live like that. But there's was a particular someone though who always puts a smile on Damien's face and gives him joy each time he thinks of her.