Tuxedo Mask Real Name Novels & Stories

“Really? Can you give me his contact? I’m having something made for my birthday in two months.” “Sure! I’ll send it to you later.” While we were chatting, I suddenly paused when a handsome man entered the hall. I saw other guests looking at him too. He was wearing a red tuxedo with a ruffled tie. He looked incredibly dashing, even with a mask on. “I think I know him... Is that Nicholas Ford? What is he doing here??” my friend asked curiously. “Excuse me, I just need to greet someone,” I said, politely excusing myself.

When he spotted Laurence, who was not wearing both the face mask and the silicone face mask, Tony’s eyes darkened briefly before they grew fervent, and he stared at Laurence for a long moment, putting on an excited expression. “You look so alike, really alike! Mr. Young, you look just like our previous family head.” Noelle, who was the symbol of Laurence’s status, was with Laurence, so Tony directly singled him out. Tony’s reaction and words attracted the attention of those surrounding them. The boss of Longtail Group in Havenmill, who constantly wore a face mask and refused to reveal his true face to people, finally showed his actual face in public today.

I lost my voice the moment I scanned him all the way from head down. He was in a suit. A fitted black tuxedo embellished with silver glitters all over it, and a blue undershirt fancified with a black bow tie. He had eyeglasses on, too, and a fake mustache attached between his nose and upper lips. His hair was completely different from what we saw of him during classes, and that supported my theory that perhaps all of this were just part of his undercover mission. I may have had exaggerated my thoughts, but knowing he had histories of stuff like this in his family, I could also be right. “You are Mr. Beauchêne?” I said with no sound.

It was funny saying I didn't see such a huge and tall man standing. He looks like he commands the presence of the very room because people keep glancing in his direction. I'm sure it has to do with his tall height. The man has a luxurious white tux on with a full on white mask that covers his entire face. “It's fine Mi Amore.” The man's husky and intimidating voice, with thick Italian accent spikes the rate of my heart and I'm almost so sure this is the softest he can bring them to sound.

Oh damn. I took a deep breath, trying to wrap my head around the situation. "Okay," I said slowly. "I'll do it." Mr. Marcus smiled again, this time a little more genuinely. "Excellent. I knew you would make the right choice," he said. "And from now on, you can call me Callisto. That's my real name," he added. "What do you mean real name?" Do business tycoons have a stage name as well? But he shrugged my question off and said, "You'll find out soon." He stood up and walked towards the door. The uneasiness that I felt a while ago vanished.

The light in the room, angled just so, reflected slightly off the tiny, metallic glint of the locket I wore hidden beneath my shirt. It was faint, just a small, cool sliver of titanium resting against my sternum, hidden beneath three layers of expensive fabric—the undershirt, the dress shirt, and the waistcoat. The Tux Fitting became instantly agonizing, the hypocrisy screaming inside me. This suit is a lie. The man in the mirror is the golden boy, the faithful heir, ready to accept his duty and his bride. But beneath the perfect facade, beneath the costly lie, is the small, quiet truth. The locket. Igor’s promise. The key to the door. How can I stand here, letting this man measure me for a

She started grabbing everything, stuffing it into her suitcase with more force than necessary. Stefan just finished finalizing a deal, another triumph added to his growing list of accomplishments. But as he stepped into his office and closed the door behind him, the weight of reality settled over him. He walked to his desk, pulling off the mask he wore in public. The mask that hid his connection to "D Enterprise." The world knew him as Stefan Sterling, the sharp and calculated businessman. But no one, not his father, nor his rivals, knew he was the man behind D Enterprise.

Ignoring her, I rifled through the drawers for my mask. To conceal our identities at LT, we wore masks and adopted different names to avoid being recognized in real life. I wouldn’t want to brag, but I’m the reason most men flock to the club, often asking for Gee Fox. I was amazing—what can I say? Everyone in the room knew it. “You're so pathetic, you cheating piece of shit.” “Pathetic? That’s what you are, Gianna. You're a stripper,” he laughed. “Gee Fox? You're just a toy and always will be—”

My father tried to beat me into submission, and I refused to break. The difference is, I didn’t walk away from the De Luca name—he tried to take it from me. My fingers tighten around Ghost’s, grounding myself as the questions keep coming. Some call me Prince, others Lorenzo, some Mr. De Luca. They need to pick one fucking name and stick to it. Ghost takes over, answering questions about the wedding, the date, the location. It’s an open event, which means anyone can attend—friends, enemies, people who just want to witness the spectacle. We don’t have the luxury of privacy, not when the entire underworld is watching.

he replied and Alessa chuckled a little. “What do you mean?” “I know this is a mask party but I can tell who fifty percent of these people are. Like that man over there with a bottle in his hand. His name is Felix and he is a dealer. The lady next to him is Natasha and she is a Queen. The middle-aged man talking to the lady with blonde hair is Mr. Nolan. He is married with two kids, one is in middle school while the other is in college. He cheats on his wife and he is into human trafficking. Should I go on?”