Novel & Cerita The Masked Heiress: Don't Mess With Her

“I am Mylene, your hair and make-up stylist for tonight. The Don sent me to assist you.” Her lips curled into a smile as she looked at her. "Am I going to wear that?" she bluntly asked the lady as she pointed a finger to a dress that was displayed behind them. "Yes, señorita." Tiffany took a heavy breath and ran her fingers through the soft linen. "Lovely." In front of her was a black evening gown which she presumed costs a fortune. "I didn't know this is a party." "It's a masquerade ball, señorita. Your father is already waiting for you. You'll be his muse tonight.”

She asked while holding a mask. Felice came to her and slightly adjusted her gown "...it's a masquerade themed engagement sweetheart that's why there's something like that." "What?! What the hell! This is insane Mom! Where do you see such an engagement party with this kind of theme?" She exclaimed. "Is my fiance a weirdo?" This is her chance to see Damon Castellanos before the wedding because it doesn't seem like he has any plans to show up. Why do they need to wear a fucking mask?!

Ma’am. Like I am some broke stranger. He is supposed to recognize me. The Mason’s heiress. The woman whose wedding took over half the city tonight. But I came here wearing a mask and a robe over lingerie, looking like a disaster. Good. I do not want anyone to know who I am. I pull out my card and slam it on the counter. “Take all your money and give me the damn drinks,” I snap. He picks it up and runs it through the machine. The small device hums for a moment.

The gown was a slim, thin-strapped dress that had a slit down one side of her leg, and with heels that didn't fit her mood, Gia felt like a doll being dressed up by those women who weren't in any way gentle with her. But she would give it to them; they were good at what they did—the curls packed at the top of her head, letting some fringes drop down her face. She joined her hands together in front of her, and the music bouncing from the stairs and up to her room seemed to remind her of what she was about to witness. Aaron wasn't going to come; she only hoped he had more sense than to slip into Don's manor because it was going to be a masked party. Her eyes dropped to her red mask, and she sw

Even the mask couldn’t conceal his commanding presence. She blinked, “This is...” “This is a masquerade banquet tonight. Everyone must wear a mask,” he explained. “Oh...” Scarlett examined the masks and chose a silver one. Struggling to put it on, Nicholas extended his hand to help her. The unexpected warmth of his touch sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She couldn’t comprehend his effect on her with just a touch. Inhaling deeply, she reminded herself, ‘Calm down, Scarlett!’ Trying to steady her nerves, she felt a hot breath on her neck, making her shiver.

Then I held the mask up to my face in the bathroom mirror and saw someone I didn't recognize staring back – mysterious, dangerous, the kind of woman who walks into rooms full of strangers and doesn't flinch – and I decided that woman deserved one night alive. The venue is a converted mansion on the edge of the city. I arrive at ten in a black gown – backless, floor-length, slit to my upper thigh on the left side – and the mask tied behind my head. The doorman checks my invitation. Doesn't ask my name. Just nods and opens the double doors into a world that doesn't operate by any rules I know.

They exchange a look before turning their attention toward the party, and then I hear Rebecca say, “Honey, is that her?” “Who?” “Our maid?” My eyes find her before Edmund’s does. She’s just walked through the door of the event, wearing a mask and a beautiful black and purple dress that makes her look like something out of a book, and her dark hair is up in an elegant updo. She’s looking around, perhaps for us, and then she turns her head and we make eye contact for a few seconds. Why’s my heart beating a little bit faster than it was before? What the hell is this?

I set my glass down and looked up. She stood by the door, wrapped in a black silk robe that fell to her feet. She wore a Venetian masquerade mask, white lace over her eyes, hiding the upper half of her face. But her mouth… her lips were full, painted a deep crimson, and currently parted in a sharp intake of breath. Dark hair was pulled back, exposing a long, elegant neck. "You aren't Diamond," I said. My voice dropped an octave, an automatic response. "No," she whispered. She took a step forward, the silk shifting around her. "She… couldn't make it. She sent me."

"Don't blame us. You're the one who went missing all on your own when you were a child. Isn't it normal that we don't have any affection for you?" Gerard covered Anna's eyes. "She's going to become really ugly, so we can't let her scare Anna." Then, together, they pushed me into the sea, watching as I sank slowly into the depths. Suddenly, a blood moon appeared above the sea, and the sound of countless beasts howled beneath its surface. The moment the disguise mask shattered, I heard my boss's familiar voice. "Back to work?" I nodded, before rising from the sea. My hair flowed like seawater, my features as delicately sculpted as a porcelain doll, not the fish head that they all expected.

“Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.” Freya and Chuck froze completely. “No. That’s impossible.” Chuck muttered under his breath. “She worked at my company for years. How could she be the group’s heiress?” Then he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to Freya. “Wait. Didn’t you have the family pendant? The one you showed us before? “Were you lying to me this whole time? Was that pendant fake?” Freya desperately shot him a look, telling him to shut up. But it was too late. The words had already left his mouth.