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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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Step monster

"I'm still your father, Lee. You have to respect that," he looked murderous. "I don't know how you've lived this past year, but you are not the son I know."

"You never had a son. He died when your wife did. Now, if you will excuse me, your wife is waiting for me."

"You—"

But I ignored him.

This past year, I've not thought much about him. However, seeing him brought back memories of who he is.

"You can go downstairs. Sly is waiting for you there."

I continued towards the study room.

The earlier I have the supposed talk with her, the better.

I knocked on the door before I entered the study that was a testimony of the suffering undergone in this place.

Surprisingly, I wasn't bothered about it, unlike before. It felt as if my mind has got immune to the room and the memories it tried to rouse in me.

The step monster was sitting on the only armchair we had in their study, and she had her right leg crossed over her left.