The Billionaire's Masquerade Novels & Stories

I said, bowing slightly as a sign of respect She didn't pay any heed to me, her hand wrapped around the wine glass and her smoky eyes surveying around her guests. “I sent the cheque already… oh Mr. Harry, such a pleasure to see you…” she exclaimed and she was gone. Sighing, I straightened up and looked around the venue. It was filled with people, the rich kind, the type who threw money about. This was the kind of parties where only the most successful businessmen and women attended. The only reason why I was here was because I was the event planner who got the contract and I wanted to make sure that everything went right.

The tables were attractively ornamented with red and gold decorations, which symbolized riches, power, and good fortune. The Templetons' wealth was on display at this masquerade party, from the crystal champagne glasses and gold cutlery to the magnificent paintings on the walls. But that wasn't the most amazing thing about it! Different groups of people were inside the ball, each dressed in million-dollar apparel and accessories. Anyone who entered the room would quickly recognize that it was primarily for prominent, wealthy, and powerful people. And, of course, because it was a masquerade, each attendee, both man and woman, donned a mask that obscured half or all of their faces, adding even

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.

Life changes for businessman Alexander Vale after he walks in on his wife, and the mother of his children having steamy sex with a strange man. Determined to distract himself, he finds a stripper who makes him question his sexuality. Day after day he finds himself drawn to this stripper in a forbidden passion. He however has to keep this side of him secret, as revealing the truth could damage his reputation in the business world.

I don’t think the others noticed it because they were just laughing their asses out even if there’s nothing funny. “Someone once said that I’m more gorgeous when naked.” He shrugged as if telling me that I’m the one who doesn’t have taste. Wow! The hell! The week went by like a blur and finally it’s Saturday, the D-day. The biggest event in the country is going to happen. It's a masquerade ball with glitters, black and white motif. It'll be held in one of the biggest hotel here in the country owned by the Lacsamanas.

Everything looked ordinary to him, it's not like the sophisticated charity party he do attend, or the expensive clothes most people wear to dinner parties, no one was trying to be on their best behavior, with fake smiles plastered on their faces, all dolled up with makeups of every color. Everything and everyone looks normal, too normal for a billionaire, in most cases, tens of women would have noticed him, walking seductively towards him, flirty lips and eyes, sliding their numbers in his suit, he was a man after all, he had taken handful of them who catches his eyes to bed, discarding them as usual.

But she knew that she had to go through with it. The wedding was everything Scarlett could have ever dreamed of, with the crème de la crème of the business world in attendance. The grandeur of the occasion was not lost on her, but neither was the feeling of being a stranger in a sea of familiar faces. Scarlett felt like a fish out of water as she made her way through the crowd, the heavy weight of her bridal gown pulling at her with each step. She didn't know most of the people there, and the stares she received made her feel like an outsider.

" I asked incredulously. "Yes, that Jean Russell. His father, Christian Russell, owns a chain of high-end schools and real estate. Marcus himself is a self-made billionaire, as he owns Ria Games," she explained, leaving me gaping in disbelief. "Ria Games? That's the most popular game of the century," I said in surprise. "Well, it turns out he's not some mysterious man after all. He's a rich young playboy who's also breathtakingly handsome. I wonder what made him step up to save you," she mused.

The grand celebration in Victor’s mansion was in full swing, buzzing with laughter, clinking glasses, and the chatter of well-dressed elites. The massive space was decorated with opulence, and Nadia couldn’t help but feel out of place. She was adorned in a stunning black backless dress, six-inch heels clicking softly on the marble floors, her hand resting in Theodore's arm as he led her through the sea of wealthy guests. Everything around her was a reminder of how different her life was from theirs.

Let's go Mirabella. Banquet The grand chandelier glittered above, casting diamond-shaped shards of light across the polished marble floor. The Marquessa’s Banquet was a dazzling event—an annual gathering of political elites, wealthy moguls, and old-money aristocrats. It wasn’t just an event; it was a stage. And tonight, I intended to own it. I entered fashionably late, dressed in a floor-length black velvet gown that clung to me like a second skin. A gilded mask veiled my upper face—ornate, with black feathers fanning out like wings. My presence drew eyes, though no one recognized me. Not yet.