The masked heiress Novels & Stories

The bodice was structured like a ribcage, boned with steel and covered in delicate, hand-stitched lace that looked like climbing vines—or thorns. ​In two hours, I would walk into a masked ball. A "merger celebration," Daniel had called it. To the elite of Shanghai, I would be Anastasia Drewmore, the mysterious and untouchable heiress. The mask would protect me. The mask would allow me to look for the truth without the world seeing the terror in my eyes. ​I pulled the matching mask from the bag. It was a delicate work of laser-cut filigree, black metal twisted into the shape of a weeping willow, adorned with tiny, dark crystals. It was beautiful. It was a cage for my face.

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

She desperately wanted to know how he found out she was the heiress and how he found her the previous night. In her experience, protection was never a gift; it was always a trade. Theo’s price was a contract marriage that essentially placed her under his legal guardianship for the next twelve months. But as she looked at her wine-stained reflection in the mirror, Elena realized she didn't need to trust Theo Sterling for her to use him as a shield. She stood up slowly, her body aching from the tension of the night. She walked to the bathroom and began to peel off the ruined silk dress, letting it fall to the floor like a shed skin.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

Ian was looking at the mask that Emmy left behind before Arabella was sighing behind him. He turned to glare at the young queen before she was smirking at him. "Ah, the masquerade ball. The secret, the mask, and the elegant gown," the young queen said before her eyes were twinkling with mischief. "Not to mention, the forbidden kiss," she said as Aiden was chuckling behind her.

On went the midnight blue dress, dripping in diamonds. The mask... a silver and sapphire masterpiece slipped over my face. Steadying my breath, I stepped out. Then... The announcer’s voice rang through the ballroom. “Ladies and gentlemen, The reason for this party, let's welcome on stage the Heiress of Lancaster Group of Company... Miss Sophia Lancaster!” Gasps. Whispers. The crowd stilled. Sophia Lancaster was back. No one had seen her face and today wasn't going to be an exception.

This was the annual Masquerade Gala, the one night a year where the monsters of the corporate world wore masks that finally matched their souls. ​I stepped onto the polished marble floor, my heels clicking with a rhythm that felt far too much like a countdown. Click. Click. Click. Every step was taking me further away from my old life and deeper into the mouth of the beast. My dress, a deep midnight blue that shimmered like a bruised sky, felt like armor. It was backless, draped low to show off the skin I had spent years caring for, all to serve as a distraction. The lace mask over my eyes was tight, the delicate patterns pressing into my skin, reminding me that tonight, Elena Sterling did n

Asper Reign Dahlia’s Pov “Will you please relax even for a moment?” Miracle said while we were walking inside the Cassiela Hotel where the party was being held. “And please fix your mask if you don’t want Jyn to know that you are already here.” It was a masquerade party and wearing a mask is required in our attire. And I chose a plain gold mask with butterfly wings on the side. I matched it to the red backless dress that I bought earlier in the mall.

The sisters were no wiser about his double-or rather, triple-life, and the gala shaped up to be just the sort of event that would seal his status among the elite. The MASQUERADE APPROACHES As the night of the gala approached, their gowns and masks finally came from one of the most renowned designers in the city. The dresses were nothing short of breathtaking, one special from the other, with flowing materials and minute details that gave them the grand view of royalty. The masks were no less exciting, complementing the gowns with elegant flows of gold, silver, and gemstones. Jayla's dress was emerald green, with a low back and shining embellishments that glittered with each step and movement

“What?” ‘I understand you. Don’t ramble around.” A flicker of hurt crosses her eyes, but it’s gone when she blinks. She swallows and nods. “Okay. I promise to not make things awkward between us.” “Make sure to eat the fruit, Heiress.” A smile that doesn’t reach her eyes tilt up her lips. “I will.” I linger for a moment, standing there in her room, trying to convince myself to leave, trying to swallow the flood of words I want to spill.