The Billionaire's Masquerade Novelas e Histórias

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

“I’ll be here… hoping to unmask more than just your cock next time.” He chuckled darkly, kissing her swollen lips once more. “We’ll see. The night is still young. And I have plans for that pretty mouth and ass in the private suites upstairs.” The masked billionaire offered his arm, and together they slipped back toward the ballroom. The ball continued, but for Sophia, the real masquerade had only just begun.

Malakai The Grand Regent Theater was a sprawling monument to old money and high-society sins. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen rain from the vaulted, gold-leaf ceilings, casting a heavy, opulent glow over the sea of the city's elite. Velvet drapes muffled the low murmur of million-dollar bids, and tonight, every face was hidden behind an exquisite, aristocratic mask. A masquerade auction. The perfect playground for monsters.

The chandelier lights dripped gold over the hall, dazzling against champagne glasses and glittering gowns. The city’s richest, the proud, the powerful, and the arrogant billionaires gathered under one roof for Paris’s annual Crescent Empire Gala. It was the night for billionaires not just anyhow person. Delilah stood beside Franklin, both impeccably dressed. He wore a sharp black tuxedo, every inch of him reeking of control and confidence, while she, in her deep emerald gown and diamond earrings, looked like a Queen.

Jason didn’t look at her, instead he focused on Antonio as his father mumbled, "Is everything ready?" "Yes." He replied quietly. “Good.” Antonio smile was faint. “Tonight changes the air.” The ballroom was almost impossibly full now... business moguls, foreign dignitaries, media magnates, and the kind of investors who didn’t speak unless a Million was involved. Dispite the romuors about Rene and Layla, words had spread faster than fire in a dry field that Mr. Gunnar might come, which is the result for the turn out. As the second turned into minutes, people started to gossip about it not happen, but then it happened.

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

"You deserve all the happiness, Cass. Jim is lucky to have you." Cassandra beamed. "I'm lucky to have him too." Mildred's gaze drifted off, her voice taking on a wistful tone. "Jim is... amazing. So charming and handsome plus he's got the bucks too." Cassandra playfully teased, "You want him, don't you?" Mildred's eyes snapped back to Cassandra's, her cheeks flushing. "No, no, of course not!" Cassandra chuckled. "Just kidding, sis." Meanwhile, in a lavish, well-lit room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, Claus Barrow paced back and forth. The room's elegant décor, complete with marble floors and a crystal chandelier, seemed to amplify his agitation.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

“What makes you think I am going to come to one of those boring party with you? I told you I don't want to be seen with you in public, are you rebelling?“ May asked him, her arms crossed on her body. He chuckled a bit, then his face went serious when he saw her glare. She had always heard stories about clingy billionaires like him who thinks the world revolves around them. He promised to protect her, is he going to break that promise this soon? “It's a mask party. You don't have to show your face, you can continue being a mystery woman.“ He replied her. A masked party? What's this? Halloween happened already and she is not aware? Why does rich people like these boring mask parties? What if s