The Masked Heiress: Don't Mess With Her นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I knew this massage would cost me.” He chuckled, his arms tightening around her. “Too late now, Luna.” She sighed dramatically. “Fine. But I’m not wearing white.” “Oh, I wouldn’t expect you to.” “Good.” “…You’re wearing red leather.” “Kayden!” He just grinned.

Sophia's eyes widened, a spark of jealousy flashing in them. ‘Why is mother favouring Audrey that much? And who is this important person?’ “Mom, who is the person?” Audrey asked, eyeing the dress. It was a beautiful black gown, slanted to the knee. A pair of black heels and a box of silver jewelry also came with the gift. “You'll find out later, my love,” Mrs. Evangeline said with a smile, gave her a peck on both cheeks. “A make-up artist will be here to touch up your face,” she added before stepping out of the room.

I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes. The door to VIP Room Three stood open, I stepped inside, but she wasn't there yet. I sat on the leather sofa, adjusting my cufflinks out of nervous habit. The door opened. Nyx stepped inside wearing black lace this time. The lingerie left even less to imagination than the crimson from last week. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and that jeweled mask caught the amber light. I couldn’t take my eyes off how stunning she looked in that lace.

Valets rushed to open the heavy car doors. Stepping out onto the red carpet, Rivette adjusted her dress. It was a masterpiece of black silk. It clung to her curves, dipping low in the back to expose her spine. A sheer veil of dark lace covered the upper half of her face. The event had a masquerade theme. Perfect for hiding in plain sight. Her new hearing aids were custom-made. They were tiny and invisible under her styled dark hair. No one would recognize the broken girl from the past. Walking up the grand marble stairs, the noise of the crowd washed over her. Rich alphas in tuxedos stood in groups. Lunas dripping in diamonds laughed with covered mouths. Priceless artifacts sat in glass disp

Sera Madam Hart came down the grand staircase one step at a time, in black silk, with her champagne still in her hand. She did not hurry. By the time she reached the marble floor, the music had stopped, and a thousand guests had turned toward the little knot of people at the mouth of the corridor, where I stood between Lucian and Eleanor Vale with my pulse roaring in my ears.

Clare Haistings gives me a hug, her sweet perfume filling up my nostrils. It makes me want to vomit. “Hey twin.are you enjoying the party?”she asks but doesn’t let me answer. “Everyone is enjoying themselves and the presents look really good, our guests really outdid themselves”she gushes. Her sparkly dress shimmers every time she moves. And the ruby red necklace she is doning looks amazing on top of her cleavage. She looks perfect.

She removes her mask and lets it slip free. “Is that?” “No, it can’t be.” “She is even more beautiful than I thought.” “I am Donna Cassandria Bristol-Romano. I am Don Francesco Romano’s niece and the rightful heir to the Romano family. From now on, there will be changes made to how things are done. I can see a few angry faces. So let me say this. Suck it. Challenge me if you want. But as you have just heard, I have power behind me. So let’s all get along, shall we? Ciao.” She says and steps down, her team surrounding her as she walks past me, but I grab her hand and she stops. Fuck this.

She hasn’t talked to her friends for a week because of her stupid deal with Eric, but everything ends tonight. Once she got the information she needed from Grayson, she wouldn’t need Eric anymore. She could finally stop pretending of being his girlfriend. Alice grabbed her mask for tonight’s masquerade ball and stared at it. It was a silver and Rosso red mask with silver and red hand-painted swirls and details. It perfectly matched her vintage-inspired bright red ball gown that has silver swirls and designs at the bottom. It was magnificent, and Alice loved it. “You ready?” Her father’s head peeked from her door.

he said, taking another step towards her. She extended her hands and backed away. “Stay away from me,” she yelled and took her hand back to her neck. “I should go and dress up now,” she said quickly grabbing the dress and running to the door. “Before I can’t anymore,” she muttered. “You’re forgetting your mask,” Benson turned in her direction and crossed his hands over his chest. “It’s a freaking mask party?” She yelled, raising her brows and blinking her eyes at him. “Anything else I should know?” she said as a smirk crept onto her face.

“Well then, shall we?” Asking the camera that she is holding, that contains the shard soul of him. She steps foot right inside as she made her way into his sanctuary. To the door that slowly closes and shuts, she didn’t look back as she didn’t think of anything, but the price of the deal that she is ought to make. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Greeted by HIS winning and Cheshire-like smile, she found herself right in the middle of his throne room where a beautiful mistress stands beside HIM, with the prominent love for butterfly, as she wears a mask with the kind.