Masked Dynasty: A Contract Game with a Billionaire Heir

Her name is Olivia Sinclair—the “perfect socialite” everyone in high society agrees on.
Until her father suddenly collapses, and she realizes what she’s inheriting isn’t a legacy…

…it’s a bomb with the fuse already lit.

On the night of the gala, she’s set up in public—one step away from total humiliation.
The one who pulls her out of it is the most dangerous man in the city: Ethan Whitmore.

He’s Wall Street’s mad dog, the golden heir of an old-money empire, a permanent fixture in tabloid headlines.
And he’s also the one man her family should never, ever get close to.

He slides a contract across the table, voice lazy, almost amused:
“Marry me. You want your reputation—I want you.”

She thinks it’s just a deal.
Until she opens the Whitmore family safe…
and finds an old file sealed in dust and secrets—

Chapter 1

When Olivia Sinclair married Ethan Whitmore, her reasoning was simple, the Sinclairs needed an heir who was good enough to carry the name.
When Ethan married Olivia, it was for one reason, pure spite.

Beneath a massive crystal chandelier, the violins drifted through the air.
Guests clustered in small groups around the ballroom, perfume and polished smiles, champagne flashing in raised glasses.

Olivia leaned against the upstairs balcony rail, bored out of her mind, turning her hands under the light to admire her fresh manicure.
One strap of her black bandeau dress had slipped off her shoulder, and she either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

Her features were striking, wide hazel eyes, a sharp nose, and long auburn waves that refused to behave.
Up there, she looked like a princess on a castle wall, beautiful, untouchable, and fully aware of it.

When she realized someone was watching, she lowered her gaze.
In the center of the room, a man in gold rim glasses stared right back at her.

He had a square face and decent features, the kind that tried hard to look important.
Caught in the act, he forced a confident smile and lifted his champagne flute in her direction.

Boring.

Still, Olivia felt like playing.
She fluttered her lashes at him, shifted her shoulder just enough, then lifted a hand and blew him a shameless kiss.

It worked exactly as expected.
The man froze, looking stunned, as if his brain couldn’t decide what to do with her.

She was still amused when a low cough sounded behind her.
Olivia turned with a smile and found her father standing there, face set, with two men beside him, one older, one younger, both wearing the kind of stiff expressions people put on when they’d rather be anywhere else.

Olivia acted like nothing was wrong.
She looped her arm through the younger man’s and smiled sweetly at the two older men.

“You finally came out. I was dying up here,” she said, bright and breezy. “So, what is it this time, another meeting about where to make your next fortune?”

Her careless tone made both older men frown, though the other one kept his annoyance better hidden than her father did.

“I sent you abroad to study, not to pick up this… nonsense,” her father snapped. “Do you have any idea how you look?”

With other people nearby, Richard didn’t let himself get as furious as he did in private.

Olivia pouted, just a little.
Still, she knew when to keep him on her side.

“Dad, it’s just social manners,” she said, smiling again.
Then her eyes flicked up to the man whose arm she was holding, and she met his deep, steady gaze.

“Besides, you picked someone this handsome and accomplished for me,” she added, voice turning syrupy. “Why would I bother looking at anyone else?”

She wasn’t exaggerating.
Ethan was objectively stunning.

He had that calm, restrained kind of presence, black hair neatly slicked back, every line sharp and controlled, which only made his features look even more defined.
In a tailored designer suit that fit like it was made for him alone, he could’ve passed for a gentleman who stepped straight out of an old painting.

Even with Olivia clinging to his arm like she had no bones, Ethan stood perfectly composed, not a hint of impropriety, not an ounce of embarrassment.
He didn’t even shift his stance.

Her overly sweet tone set Richard off again.
He frowned hard and barked, “Speak properly.”

“Yes, Dad,” Olivia said at once, obedient as if she’d never been anything else.

Richard sighed, shaking his head like she was a problem he couldn’t solve.
Then he turned to the two men beside him.

“Charles, Ethan, I’ve spoiled her. Sorry you had to see that,” he said.

Charles managed a tight smile.
Ethan smiled too, but his looked genuinely easy, like none of it mattered to him.

He truly didn’t care.

Olivia was already losing interest.
Before Richard could start in again, she lifted her chin and spoke up, “It’s my birthday gala tonight. Ethan and I should go say hello to everyone, right?”

She didn’t wait for an answer.
Still holding Ethan’s arm, she tugged him along and headed down toward the ballroom.

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