The Billionaire‘s Mask
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"I am a monster, Miss Hart. You wouldn't want nor wish to see me..."He is mysterious and brilliant, wealthy and prominent, but no single soul has seen him in person. Well, no one should see him—that's one of his many rules. No one can touch him either; that's another rule. Except for me because I have broken every rule. Now I'm extremely drawn to him. His peculiarity is out of this world, and his beauty is beyond physical. But the Master has demons of his own and is being chased by his brutal past. Suddenly, we've become the reflection of each other's nightmares. I realize that the Master and I are not so different. Is this newly found bond just another uncertain fate that could deepen our wounds, or is it finally going to be our redemption?




"You must never enter Master Brandon's bedroom or his study. He's not a very patient man. He allows no one in his room. You can do whatever you want in the house but never go inside his private space unless you are permitted to do so. Do you understand?" Ms. Lennie warns. It is clear in her pale cerulean eyes how serious she is.

The head housemaid's hair is ash—colored and seems as if it has been tied in a bun forever. She has a strong countenance and is about five—foot—five. If I had to guess, I'd say she is in her late fifties.

"I understand." I gulp and nod.

I always do research before job interviews, so I know a little about the 'Master.' He's twenty—eight, a self—made billionaire, and the sole owner and chairman of Grethe and Elga Enterprises, a telecommunications and electronic consumer company headquartered in Manhattan.

But his family background, where he graduated, and his face are all a mystery. No single soul has seen him

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