Novel & Cerita Tuxedo Mask Real Name

ELOWEN The next piece began almost immediately. It was much slower than the previous. Deeper. And more intimate. And right with the music, I sensed him before I saw him… A shift in the air. A weight settling where there was none. A man in a tuxedo stepped forward; he was masked, his posture was relaxed, and confidence radiated effortlessly. And even though it was a masquerade event, most people couldn't be recognised, I knew him even from a distance. The man who, from a lover, turned into my nightmare… Alexander.

She was used to this—a life where her appearances masked reality—but tonight, it felt different. Her thoughts scattered when Zac Cornell took the stage. The applause was instant, and for good reason. He stood tall in a black tuxedo, his presence magnetic. There was no mask on his face—Zac didn’t need one. His confidence was its own kind of disguise, revealing only what he wanted others to see.

out of the club. Relief washed over me with every step I was taking further and further away from the front-row seat where the cold-blood Russian was. I wonder if he knew who I was underneath the mask. It’s not just anyone we’re talking about here, it’s the goddamn Konstantin Morozov. I’m sure he’s seen better disguises than a nurse costume and a simple mask. “So, your name was?” I was pulled out of my thoughts and turned to the man walking beside me. I smiled and came to a halt before offering my hand towards him.

Han said while fanning himself. all I did was lick my Ice cream and stared at him. did he really had to be dramatic about it?. "Do you know the name Alex?" I asked him softly. "Duh, Alex his a nonchalant man in the race, everyone feared him, with that creepy mask he always wear " He mumbled with a Chuckle. "Hey, my mask isn't creepy " I said with a pout. He raised an eyebrow at me before shaking his head, then he looked at me.

Now I knew. Jayden, because he was hiding in plain sight as Lucian, he always uses a mask during his Fashion week. Lucian, the Masked Fashionista. Always masked, always enigmatic. The mystery had become part of his allure, something the fashion world worshiped. He’d turned anonymity into a statement, and somehow, it only made the shows more captivating. I leaned back in my chair, a rush of excitement heating my chest. I couldn’t believe it. Me. Aurelia. A sponsor in the Masked Fashionista show. A name, a brand, stepping onto a stage of glamour and art that had once felt entirely out of reach.

Wasn't it Aleksander Tamarin? Duke Theodore smiled at the young man. Lady Geneva beamed. "It's our pleasure to meet you too, Young Lord." Aleksander grinned and looked at Sydnee. The ball was not a masquerade party, but some young lords and ladies were wearing masks to hide their appearance. But Duke Theodore did not intend to hide Catarina and Sydnee's faces so they were not wearing any masks to hide their beauties. It was no wonder that nobody recognized Aleksander except for the ones he interacted for the past few months. Sydnee thought that it might be because the Marquis was ashamed of his illegitimate son, so he approved of Aleksander wearing a mask.

However, he couldn't even see the expression on her face due to the mask she was wearing. Feeling elated, Karen turned to the masked woman with a smile as she stretched out her hand, “Sorry for my husband’s rudeness, but he’s Kris Miller, the CEO of Miller Textiles, and I’m his wife, Karen Miller.” “Nice to meet you, Karen," the masked woman said as she shook Karen’s hand. “You can call me T.” Her voice was filled with nothing but warmth, which irritated Kris for some reason. “Well, T," Linda Miller stepped forward to take control of the conversation again. “There’s something I would like to discuss with you. It’s about both of our fashion businesses."

He had come to check, only to find Mark attacking me. “You helped me before, so I wanted to return the favor. The only thing in my mind then was to protect you,” he explained, looking so innocent and genuine, his demeanor completely different from the bold, confident man behind the mask. Sadly, apart from their similar physiques and the gentle warmth that Ryan and the masked man shared, I couldn’t find any other similarities. Soon enough, thanks to Ryan’s care, I was discharged from the hospital. As my pregnancy progressed, my belly grew larger, and with it, my cravings for intimacy became stronger. Despite myself, I couldn’t help but think about the masked man again.

"But what I wanted to ask you was if you knew a young man named Robert. He has wavy brown hair. I think he's average height, and he laughs often. I didn't know if he was here." "Is he a friend of yours?" Masquerade said. "Uh, kind of a friend of a friend. Robert's his real name, by the way." "His real name," Masquerade echoed. "Yeah, not his fake name. Mr. Clarence told me no one uses their real names here," I looked at him, "Right?" "I try to create an atmosphere free of the burdens that come with one's identity, yes." "Yeah, that makes sense," I agreed, "But as you're the host, I figured—"

I got inside the car,fastened the seatbelts then put on the golden mask and the car pulled off instantly. The reason why I always put on the golden mask is to hide my true identity.No one knows my name or face in the underworld apart from Diego. My men call me “boss” including Diego.During the day,I'm Xavier Ford.The business billionaire who takes the market by storm but when the night falls.I'm the golden masked mafia who rules the underworld. Some call me the Mafia king while others call me the golden masked devil… I live two different lives in two different worlds.The reasons why I chose to live different lives are best known by me.