The masked heiress Novels & Stories

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

“You disappear off the face of the earth for months, and all you can say is ‘complicated’? Do you have any idea what’s been going on while you’ve been MIA?” “Valerie, now’s not really a good time—” “Oh, nonsense!” she interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “Listen, there’s a masquerade event tonight at the Blackwood Hotel. All the big names are going to be there. It’s the perfect opportunity for you to make an appearance and remind everyone why you’re the star of the show. Here, I got you a dress and a mask. I hope it fits. You look… fatter.” My stomach twisted as she shoved a box with a familiar designer logo into my hands.

“Cee, just tonight. I promise. Last night. Okay?” I swallowed hard. Because he was right. I needed the money. To not look like a poor bride beside a king. “One night,” I whispered. “And that’s all.” He cheered quietly, kissing my cheek. Chelsea strutted off with that I-won attitude. I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly fell out. Blinky squeezed my hand. “You got this. And hey... mask party tonight.” Two joys hit me; 'Mask party = super wealthy clientele. 'I wouldn’t see who I was assigned to.

Hermione opened the large box Eunice had delivered to her room. Inside, nestled in layers of tissue paper, was a stunning black dress that seemed to drink the light. Beside it sat a pair of delicate heels, an elegant clutch, and set apart on a velvet stand was a golden mask that practically shouted luxury. She ran her fingers over the fabric, marveling at the quality. “He didn’t hold back,” she murmured, already reaching for the zipper. This gala was the biggest event of the season in the capital. Every important person and their family would be there. Ministers, moguls, celebrities, the entire ecosystem of power and money, all gathered under one roof to bid on overpriced art while pretendin

he spread his hands, then clasped them again, "I was merely told to escort you back to the ballroom." "All right," I sighed, "Thanks, anyway. Garrett, was it?" He bowed in silent affirmation and gratitude. I looked over the railing. Oh, there were so many masks! How could I possibly find which one belonged to Masquerade? I scrutinized the assembly, but they moved with such grace and speed, it was hard to keep my eyes on any one mask. The minutes passed and my fingers tightened on the rail as my worry mounted. I didn't want to go back down there until I knew where Masquerade was. This place was cold as well as beautiful, and he was the only person who seemed warm. So where was he?

"Jiayou! I'm watching you, ah?!" "Yeah. You are watching me!" I responded as I turned my back away from her. I put on my mascara and joined the crew. A moment later, a mysterious person appeared, wearing mascara too. She carries such a jaw-dropping look in a stunning dress. Embellished throughout with sequins in a floral manner, graces in illusion, long sleeves and jewel closed neckline. There's also an exquisite belt around her waist that gives a division to the fitted bodice and flared A-line full skirt. She possesses such glamour but why is she hiding her identity? She is known yet faceless. Even Johnny and Ellaine couldn't give a single detail about her except for her sobriquet, Masked M

“That’s a big deal. Decades of legacy. It has to be something grand, but unique too.” Zac nodded, watching her intently. After a moment, Mia’s face lit up. “What about a masquerade theme? Something elegant but mysterious. Imagine guests arriving in formal attire, each wearing a luxurious mask. It would feel exclusive, timeless… and people love that kind of intrigue.” Zac’s expression shifted, a spark of interest lighting in his eyes. “A masquerade,” he said, as if testing the word. “You could call it The Enchanted Masked Soirée,” Mia continued, warming to the idea. “Since it’s a ceremony for the elites. They’d love the privacy, the exclusivity. It would be a night they’d never forget.”

“Mia, why didn’t you come find me? If it weren’t for my mega money, I wouldn’t even know where you were staying!” I looked around, ensuring no one was watching, then pulled Sean inside. “Your red hair is too conspicuous. Being with you would expose me.” “The law doesn’t forbid celebrities from watching races!” “I’m not talking about my celebrity identity.” “Then what else could it be? Miracle doctor?” I rolled my eyes, pulled a mask from my bag, and put it on, smirking. “Guess.” “You… you…” Sean pointed at the mask, speechless. I waved my hand. “Official introduction: I am Hestia.”

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.

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.