The Billionaire's Masquerade Where To Watch Novels & Stories

[16] The Baby That Billionaire Wants Archer stepped into the ballroom that was already filled with important figures on par with his father. This was officially a fundraiser, but underneath, it was simply a show-off between billionaires eager to show off their meager sums of money. The show-off was also held in a glittering venue filled with expensive alcohol. It was a stark contrast to the mission of "fundraising" for those in need. Archer himself wasn't sure the money would actually reach the poor and needy.

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

“The Midnight Foundation’s real. But their events are always hush-hush. High net worth only. Think dynasties and dark deals.” I didn’t like the sound of that. Especially not with our children’s names involved. Adrian finally made a call. “We’re going. But we control the narrative.” ********** The event was held at an underground mansion beneath the city,an estate few knew existed. Crystal chandeliers hung from arched ceilings, and silver fountains poured champagne into black glass basins. The room was filled with old money, colder smiles, and masks. Literal ones. Everyone wore black. Everyone watched us.

"That's the one! Niel's long-lost daughter—just brought into the fold, already inherited ten billion, and officially named the heir to the Morrison empire!" The person sharing the news was clearly at the event. "This banquet is insane. Three layers of security. No one can get within ten feet of her—she's being kept under wraps." The group chat went wild. "Ten billion? That's the kind of luck you don't even see in movies!" "What's she like? Stunning? Single?" one alumnus joked. "If she's my type, I might just shoot my shot…" "Keep dreaming. I caught a glimpse from across the room. Her aura's unreal. In a champagne-colored gown, standing under the chandelier like she was glowing. That profile

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.”

It was a live video transmission routing directly from a private, ultra-exclusive penthouse suite in the heart of the city. A sleek, impeccably tailored billionaire—a rival tycoon who had been quietly backing her father's offshore debts from the shadows—appeared on the screen. He held a glass of dark scotch, his expression entirely cold as he looked directly at Vivian's soot-stained form through the camera link.

Sometimes all it took was a bread crumb and he would be able to bury somebody with it. As the pair made their way to the conference room that wasn't that far from the private apartments that was kind of built more into the mountain side. They walked in and looked over the police that were sitting there. They had a few questions of their own but they were going to wait. Benton was Sure that he was going to be able to figure out exactly what was going on. All he had to do is ask a few simple questions. No one really ever wanted to make him mad or get on his bad side. Another perk to being a billionaire.

She picked up her phone and turned around to run as far away as possible from them! Without taking anything, she ran out of the house barefooted. —At the Hotel— An average-looking man is seen standing in front of the masked man with honey tea and a slice of lemon dipped into the cup. The man is Black William, the 3rd richest billionaire in the top 10 in the entire states. He is powerful, divine, and reserved. But under the reserved gentleman lies another side of him that he indicated with his mask on. He is the rawest of the term cold-hearted, and merciless. He takes his business seriously but no one has ever seen his face.

He was the last one to arrive and as he approached the table, Brian was showing the others something on his phone. “It’s not me,” Jonathon complained. “It says right here, ‘Jonathon Ashby, one of Australia’s most reclusive billionaires, was spotted at the exclusive, star-studded opening of ‘Vibe,’” Brian read from the phone. “I don’t even know what the hell ‘Vibe’ is.” He snatched the phone from Brian. “It doesn’t even look like me.” Mason took the phone from Jonathon. “It actually does kind of look like you.”

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.”