The Billionaire's Masquerade Watch Online Free Novels & Stories

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.

Outside the iron gates, news vans with satellite dishes lined the road, while drones hovered at a legal distance, hoping for a glimpse of the billionaire lawyer and his mysterious bride. Garette stood before a floor-to-ceiling mirror in his dressing suite, adjusting his cufflinks. He looked like a man about to walk into the most important closing argument of his life. His tuxedo was a deep midnight blue, so dark it appeared black until the light hit it—much like his mood. "The livestream has a million viewers already, Bro," his best man, Atty. Hector, remarked while checking his phone. "The public is obsessed. A billionaire bachelor finally caught by a nurse? It’s a fairy tale."

"Emerald, do you think I’ll just let you walk away that easily? I—" Before he could finish, James, frustrated because he was too young to stop Ethan, could only watch as Ethan’s fist flew toward Emerald. But the punch never landed. A hand caught Ethan’s wrist mid-air. The cuff of a black suit revealed a silver Richard Mille watch—glinting in the light of the setting sun, a symbol of the owner's power. Only a select few in the country could afford such a watch, and even fewer had the audacity to carry its weight.

His watch clinked loudly against the porcelain. "Did it get scratched? You should take it off and check." Yvonne immediately grew cautious. After all, this billionaire heir—practically worth a fortune from head to toe—wasn't someone she could afford to let so much as bump into anything. "It's fine," he said calmly and gestured for the startled waiter to step away. But Yvonne wasn't convinced. She grabbed his wrist and unfastened the watch herself. At the time, her full attention was on checking whether the watch had been damaged. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his wrist.

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

"You look stunning tonight. Really. Old man Henderson won't be able to take his eyes off you." "I don't want Henderson looking at me, Julian," I muttered, holding the glass but not drinking. "Where is Dominic? Did he send a reply to the invitation?" Julian laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Dominic Mercer? Your brilliant legal guardian? Seraphina, the man is a billionaire CEO running a global empire. He hasn't looked at you twice since your father’s funeral. He’s probably in Tokyo or London right now, completely forgetting you even exist. Stop waiting for a savior who doesn't care."

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, tonight's main item—the Chronos Legacy Collection—a vintage watch set valued for its mirrored craftsmanship. And tonight's twist: this will be an anonymous partner bid. The highest bidding pair will earn not only the set… but the honorary title of Charity Stars of the year! So, if you're ready, raise your bids!" The announcement caused whispers to fill the room once again, this time around, this announcement caught Mirena's attention. Her head snapped up from the brochure she and Logan had been discussing and all at once, their conversation came to an end. Closing the brochure, Mirena eyed the watch. "You wanna bid?" Logan asked beside her, voice clos

I was still trembling, trying to catch my breath, when he stood up and slowly removed his mask. My eyes widened in shock. Victor Vale. The tech billionaire hosting the entire masquerade. He smirked down at me, dark eyes full of raw possession. “You’re mine for the rest of the night… and my best friend wants to watch.”

“What caught my attention?” “My honesty,” I said. He raised a brow. “And?” “And the fact that I wasn’t impressed by your money,” I muttered. He’d smirked. “Good. Keep it that way tomorrow.” By the time I finally stepped into our apartment, my brain felt like it had melted. Zara was sprawled across the couch in her oversized T-shirt, scrolling on her phone with a face mask on. “Claraaaa!” she screamed as soon as she saw me. “The fake fiancée is back from her billionaire duties!”

It was Billionaire Elvis Presley! His massive body figure approached, his face as chilly as the icy air that appeared to fill the area. The host of the gala excused himself, leaving Alexander and me standing alone with his father. Elvis's sharp eyes fell on me immediately. "I've been hearing some pretty alarming rumors tonight, Isabella," he stated in a low, steely voice. I tensed up, my thoughts racing. "Sir, rumors?" A grim smile curved his lips. "Don't play games with me. Do you think I don’t notice everything that happens in my presence? Or that I don’t have ears everywhere?”