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I have my father's features, dark brown hair, green eyes, 6"2' height. We both are ruthless killers. The only thing I got from my mother was loyalty to my family and loved ones. Rest was given to my younger brother. Today is the charity event held by Arthur Logan, a pain in the ass, he has a debt of two million which he had to repay by the end of the month but this bitch decided to delay. So I and my men will have to give him something to remember, not for the next time cause there will be none. He is obliviously enjoying his liquor at the party, while his wife and son are in my hold. I get ready for the event and get in the limo, my men in their cars follow me.

With the absurd masks covering their faces, no one could be identified in the dimly lit room. It was a party for the first class and like generally they were undeniably dressed to the nine, dull suits, glossy dresses joined by extravagant gems. Despite the fact that Janet had dabbled in this world for years, she was accustomed to the setting and sneered under her breath. The world of billionaires still upended her beyond words. She could never really understand them or their activities. It was self-important individuals who had practical experience in making life unendurable for individuals they saw as being underneath them.

" 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.

She said, "There's a party on a yacht today, and almost all the wealthy people in New York City will be there. You can meet more people and make friends. Maybe you'll even find out who Mr. Satan really is." The first half of Olivia's words didn't interest Emily at all, but the second half firmly grasped her heart. According to Olivia, today's party was hosted by a very prestigious but mysterious billionaire. He invited almost all the business tycoons and political celebrities in New York City. Mr. Satan was very likely to be among the invited, and attending such a party, he couldn't possibly wear a mask again; he must show his true face. Emily was a little nervous; her palms were sweaty.

Meanwhile Xavier and Claudia had already recognized her voice and were only waiting for her to remove her mask in order to confirm their suspicions. When they were no other person to offer more than what Sarah had offered, the necklace was sold to her and at the same time she slowly removed her mask allowing everyone to see her face including Xavier and Claudia who were staring in shock and at the same time the whispering voices of other people filled the hall as people were surprised to see Sarah Jones one of the richest billionaire in Europe, they only heard rumors about her but never got the chance to meet her in person, but here she was presently in New York City, stunning and authoritat

5 years later "I'm Grace reporting here live at the Grand Silverman mansion. Anyone who is anyone in the show business, Wall Street, the richest and most famous are all here to attend a celebration party event that is being done to honour the late Lauren Silverman. From famous celebs, directors, rich businessman to billionaires from all over the world, they are all here at this grand luxurious mansion. And it is even being rumored that the president might be one of the honored guests attending. Apparently millions of dollars have been spent in hosting this party as you can expect nothing less from a party of this magnitude. From the tightened security of many man in black everywhere to the w

She inquired, further perplexing me. “Ugh, what are you talking about?” I inquired, confused. Scarlet gave me a sidelong glance before turning down the radio volume. “Huh... A billionaire from New York is hosting a success meet the next day. It's more like a masquerade ball. And it appears that guests are welcome to bring a date. Patrick and Logan have been invited, and Pat has asked me to accompany him. I assumed you were accompanying Logan.” She stated. “Oh...” was all I could say before falling silent.

THE grand Charity Gala was the event of the year, hosted at the illustrious Diamond Crest Hotel. It was where only the wealthiest and most powerful gathered, billionaires, celebrities, and world-renowned influencers, all dressed to the nines. Crystal chandeliers shimmered from above, soft jazz floated in the air, and every corner of the hall glittered with elegance. The anticipation was palpable, not just for the donations or the luxury auction but because Oswald Escobar, the elusive billionaire, was finally making a public appearance, and not alone.

Vanessa continued speaking like a professional host. “Tonight we’re inside the home of the famous billionaire Alexander Wolfe and his brand-new wife, Amara Cole.” My pulse raced. “How many people are watching this?” I asked quietly. Vanessa shrugged. “Thousands.” The cameraman zoomed closer. Alexander’s voice turned cold. “You’re committing multiple crimes right now.” Vanessa ignored him. Instead, she held up her phone toward the camera. “Many of you already know the scandal surrounding Mr. Wolfe’s offshore accounts.” My chest tightened.

Alec’s silence was lethal. “I built this empire from scratch,” he murmured. “She wants to wear my name without the scars. She has no idea what it costs.” Zara grabbed his hand. “So what now?” His jaw flexed. “Now? We go nuclear.” ⸻ The gala was held in Monaco. All the billionaires came. The media was distracted by war rumors and a royal divorce scandal—just how Alec liked it. Zara entered in a molten gold gown. Alec, in a black velvet tuxedo, looked like the devil himself. And Juliette? She showed up in white. A statement.