Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Masquerade Where To Watch

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.

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."

A small opening appears high above, between the glass counters. I watch, fascinated as the opening produces a smaller than usual, iPad looking television. Okay, cool! Damon deftly swipes through the remote until he gets to a channel currently streaming entertainment news. The flawless, blonde lady on the screen smiles at the camera as she divulges tidbits of whatever is happening in the lives of celebrities around the world. Where the hell is Mason? "...and in other, very exciting news, New York billionaire and seven time winner of most eligible bachelor, Mason Lachlan, is rumoured to be in some sort of love triangle…"

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

She suddenly felt exposed in her own living room. Mason ended the call and looked at her. “I’ll have someone stationed downstairs.” “You don’t have to do that,” she said. “I know.” The air between them felt fragile. Like one wrong word would shatter it. Her phone buzzed again. This time it wasn’t an unknown number. It was a news alert. She almost ignored it. Almost. Then she saw the headline. Tech Billionaire Mason Hart Spotted at Charity Gala with Model Alessandra Vale Her heart skipped.

For the one man in the room who could write a single check that would keep my company from dying. I just didn’t know his face yet. The annual Voss Foundation Masquerade was the place where old money and new money fucked each other—literally and figuratively—behind silk and feathers and the polite fiction of anonymity. Everyone wore masks. Everyone pretended the silk made the sins lighter. I was here as Lena Cross, founder of a cybersecurity startup that needed a Series A or it would be dead by Christmas, and the biggest potential investor was rumored to be attending under a plain black half-mask.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

My chest tightens painfully as I stare at the screen, frozen, Derek and Anastasia are walking in first, and his hand is wrapped around her waist like it belongs there, like it has always belonged there and then I hear it. “Let’s welcome Mr. and Mrs. Addams in the building, the world’s youngest billionaire!” The words hit me like a slap. Mr. and Mrs. Mrs. My heart sinks even deeper as the reality settles in, sharp “Also, as a special guest, we will be having Mr. Daniel Victor Aiden, a renowned nutritionist, in the room with us!” The crowd erupts into applause, I let out a hollow, humorless breath, of course. Of course this is happening.

Kasen picked up his black mask, turned his back on them, and walked out. The masquerade ball was a glittering, decadent display of wealth and shadow. The grand ballroom was filled with hundreds of masked billionaires, classical music swirling under the high, vaulted ceilings. The masks hid the greed and hunger of the elite, their eyes shining behind gold and silver lace. Kasen stood in the shadows of a marble pillar, his eyes glued to Maeva. She wore a breathtaking, midnight-blue gown, her face partially obscured by a delicate silver lace mask. Julian was standing beside her, trying to look charming despite the faint red marks on his neck.

Sophia forced herself to remain calm until the men finally left. Only after closing the door did she release the breath she had been holding. For a moment, she simply stood there in silence while staring at the pile of unpaid bills resting on the table. The weight of everything suddenly felt unbearable. SOPHIA MILLER never imagined that one wrong door would ruin the life she had spent years trying to hold together. The rain outside poured heavily against the dark streets of Manila, turning the city cold and restless by midnight. Inside the club, however, everything remained alive—dim lights, expensive liquor, loud laughter, and people rich enough to waste money like it meant nothing.