Velvet Mask - Beneath Beauty Lies Blood

Not every diamond sparkles in daylight—some only shine in the dark.



Twelve women. Bound not by blood, but by a creed etched in silence. They do not wear crowns, but when they walk, kingdoms bow. Behind luxury’s glitter, they deal in power, debt, and disappearances. Their world isn’t seen—it’s felt in whispers, in trembling hands, in vanished names.



They run protection like religion. Clean dirty money till it glistens. Trade secrets heavier than gold. Seduce with class, eliminate with silence. What they don’t own, they control. What they can’t control, they destroy.



But a name begins to ripple through their calm—Kaine London. A billionaire with no public stain, no visible leash. He walks through rooms like a rumor: charming, cold, and unreachable. They don’t trust what they can’t trace. So they go after him.



With masks tighter than ever, heels sharper than steel, they infiltrate. They charm, they watch, they wait. But Kaine is not a man who’s watched. He’s the one pulling strings in the smoke. And the deeper they dive, the more they realize—the real game isn’t Kaine. It’s what’s hiding behind him.



A darker force. One that plays dirtier, kills slower, and has been waiting for them all along.



In a world draped in velvet, beauty distracts, power deceives, and blood remembers.