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

From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist. Up close, the illusion fractured. Her shoulders were tight. Her smile—when she offered it—was carefully rationed. And every few minutes, her gaze flicked instinctively toward the raised dais at the center of the room, where her stepmother presided like a queen over court. Margaux Laurent was radiant tonight. She always was. She wore crimson, the color of conquest, her blonde hair arranged perfectly, her laughter ringing loud enough to command attention. Executives clustered around her, men twice her age nodding eagerly as she gestured

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.

That got a shaky chuckle from Isabella. “You are right,” she croaked, sniffing. “I will do something about this.” She pointed at her makeup-smudged face. She rose and once again sat on her dresser chair and began fixing herself up. A few minutes later, she was ready to go. But instead of contacts this time, she settled for dark glasses. “Let's go.” She announced, leading the way. “We wouldn't want to keep her highness waiting.” Marcia chuckled, following closely. After settling in the SUV, Asher tore out of the driveway, and in under half an hour, they had arrived at the cemetery.

“Take the pills and after that you will be fine “ the doctor told her and walked out after handing them to her . She watched George walk out with the doctor and came in with her . Because of the mark that she had on her head , she was forced to wear a mask as no one could know that she was not fine . “ Just act like none of this ever happens , when we return , I will take you to the hospital , I promise “ George told her . Melisssa raised up her head and looked at him , her tears were pouring out she felt like dying . “ can I please wear a mask, I feel like I am going to die soon “ George, heaved a huge sign, nodded and walked out . After about 30 minutes , she was ready , with a beautiful g

Emily teases, her tone light and carefree, mimicking a commercial slogan. “Em, this is serious,” Sarah interrupts, her voice tinged with desperation. “Masked men… they tore through my room. And earlier today… I was chased. Chased by men who looked like mercenaries.” She paused to catch her breath, the words tumbling out as she fought to stay calm. “Wait, what? Mercenaries?” Emily’s tone shifts, alarm replacing the playful banter. “Should I call the police?” “No! Not yet. I don’t know who I can trust.” Sarah swallows hard. “I just found out my adoptive mother, Mama Daisy, left me her entire estate. And she wasn’t bankrupt, Em. They lied to me. All of them.”

“Thanks. The dress is pretty. But I still think you did too much.” “Well, keep your criticism for later. You’ll thank me when we step into that event tomorrow.” “Why do I have a feeling you’re trying to set me up with Dominique?” I ask. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. And I also believe Dominique Gray won’t be the only attractive man there tomorrow. And it’s a masked party. Meaning if you decide you’re not ready to, you know, hook up with Dominique, there will be plenty of sexy masked strangers there tomorrow night and you could just let go, and nobody regrets anything, especially when there’s nothing to regret.” Monique smirks at me as she takes the dress from my hand and the mask

She flagged down a server and turned back to the masked man with a playful grin. "Ever tried a 'Tomorrow'? It's pretty good." He was not clueless. He caught a glimpse of the orange juice in her hand right away. "Hey, that's not right. You're sipping juice, but you're setting me up with a cocktail. Trying to get me tipsy, huh?"

“Lilian, why would you try it on?” “I just thought it was beautiful. I’m sorry.” Then she walked to me and handed me the necklace. As her fingers brushed mine, she whispered, so only I could hear, “Only what I don’t want gets passed to you.” She smiled slightly. “You will always come after me.” Then she suddenly stepped back and fell to the floor. “I’m sorry,” she cried. “I shouldn’t have tried it on. Isabella, don’t be mad. I can buy you a new one.”

She dove into the glove box and emerged with bug-eyed sunglasses. I took them like she’d handed me a crime scene prop. “You expect me to wear these?” “They’re practically half a mask. Trust me, you’re giving ‘mysterious heiress who vanished from society after a scandal.’ It’s hot.” I sighed but slipped them on. Better absurd than exposed. “I’ll pick you up after work, ok” Riley added, eyes twinkling with mischief. “And don’t even think about staying late.” “Wouldn’t dream of it.” not even in this state

The whole top of the country. I walked down the rose-strewn aisle on my father's arm, in a dress made for me. At the end of it, Marco. Dark blue dress uniform. Decorations on his chest. Standing the way he always stood — straight as a line. He watched me come down the aisle. Eyes only on me. My father put my hand in his. His own eyes looked a little wet. The voice still came out hard. "Boy. I'm giving you Enzo Ferrante's daughter. If you ever treat her badly, I don't care if you're an inspector — I'll drag your director father into court, and I'll start there."