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My Masked Lover

Forced into an arranged marriage to save his stepmother's crumbling business, Lee lives his life in sadness. His CEO husband doesn't love him, he resents him with all his being. As a young teen who wants nothing more than the sweet true love he envisioned, Lee tries to make things better, but it seems the more he tries to get his CEO lover to like him, the more he's despised. When a chance comes for him to attend a weekly masked ball presents itself, he goes there with the main purpose of escaping the drama of his life. There he meets a man. Thor was the masked name he goes by. Thor, a man whose caresses ignites a fire in Lee's soul.  Week after week of meeting, Lee fells in love with him. Lee lives in sadness during the week with his CEO husband who treats him like trash, and not as a significant other. And he lives his weekend dancing, and having the time of his life in the arms of his masked lover. Lee can't stop his teen heart from falling for the smooth talker. What happens when Lee finds out they are married in real life? And don't forget the secret that seems to shake his life to the core.

Unsolvable_Mystery · LGBT+
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Do you know Sly?

I sat down on a cushion, while Ray and Ryn kept standing as they excitedly bounced from one foot to another.

They seemed more excited than I was. 

"Daddy, I got an A in the Alphabet game!" Ray smiled. "The teacher gave me a pat on the head."

"Oh, my." I dramatically gasped, "my angel is now a big girl. Come and hug daddy."

Ray happily giggled as she hugged me.

"Mine is better, daddy. I got an A on the mathematics test! My teacher gave me a lollipop." Ryn stuck his tongue out at his sister, who wasn't bothered about it.

"Really?" I smiled. "I think I've got intelligent kids."

"Only because they share my blood. If it's yours, I doubt they will know a thing." Mother rolled her eye as she sat on the cushion opposite us.

"What did I do to you?" I frown at her.

"Why? You left me alone with these kids and went on a day's rum—"

"Okay, I'm sorry about that."