Billionaire’s Unseen Love (Bella and Alex)

10 Unmasking at the Masquerade

10 Unmasking at the Masquerade

In the plush interior of her luxurious car, Emma’s thoughts meandered, occasionally glancing at Juliet, who was engrossed in her phone. Jada’s fervent typing and occasional smirks indicated she was plotting Bella’s downfall with meticulous precision. The air was thick with the promise of retribution.

Emma’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions as she considered the consequences of their actions. It was more than just exposing Bella; it was about setting the record straight, about justice. She didn’t even feel a twinge of remorse and was quite surprised at this sudden change in her.

When Jada finally snapped her phone shut, her expression was triumphant. “Bella won’t know what hit her,” she declared with a confident grin. Emma nodded, feeling a surge of solidarity with her

friend.

the web of scandals meticulously woven by Jada, found her reputation in tatters. The public outcry was overwhelming, with each

He had wanted to shield Bella from the worst of it, but the onslaught was relentless. He was drowning in a sea of damage control, his efforts to

Smirnov estate was a hive of activity. Preparations for Emma’s homecoming masquerade ball were in full swing. It was to be a grand affair, befitting the long awaited return of

with anticipation and speculation. Guests from high society milled about in elaborate costumes, their identities concealed behind ornate masks. Among them was Alex, his presence almost incongruous amid the festivities. He wandered through the crowd, his thoughts a tangled mess

the Smirnov heiress rippled through the crowd, Emma made her grand entrance. Descending the stairs, she was the embodiment of elegance and grace. Her mask, while concealing her features, couldn’t hide the aura

the protective brother, was at her side, offering quiet words of encouragement. “Just remember, this is your night,” he whispered, a

meeting Wayne’s in a moment of gratitude before they continued

mysterious heiress. Emma’s gaze, piercing even behind her mask, found Alex in the throng. Their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them. It was a moment of recognition, a fleeting connection in the sea of

connection. Her mask was more than a disguise; it was a declaration

at the Masquerade-