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  Five Masks of Sin

  Haremworld, Volume 5

  Kelli Callahan

  Published by Kelli Callahan Books, 2018.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  FIVE MASKS OF SIN

  First edition. June 8, 2018.

  Copyright © 2018 Kelli Callahan.

  Written by Kelli Callahan.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter 1: Lyric

  Chapter 2: Maximo

  Chapter 3: Lyric

  Chapter 4: Lyric

  Chapter 5: Simon

  Chapter 6: Lyric

  Chapter 7: Lenny

  Chapter 8: Lyric

  Chapter 9: Dane

  Chapter 10: Lyric

  Chapter 11: Maximo

  Chapter 12: Lyric

  Chapter 13: Prince Harland

  Chapter 14: Lyric

  Chapter 15: Maximo

  Chapter 16: Lyric

  Chapter 17: Maximo

  Chapter 18: Simon

  Chapter 19: Lyric

  Chapter 20: Maximo

  Epilogue: Lyric

  The End

  Chapter 1: Lyric

  “You’re really going to do this?” My sister, Muse, peered at me from the bed as I typed my information in the website I had loaded on my screen.

  “I’ve wanted to go to the World Ball since I was a little girl.” I rapidly moved my fingers across the keyboard. “I’m finally twenty-one, or at least I will be when the event is held.”

  “I honestly thought you would grow out of it. Lyric, that place sounded romantic when we were kids, but it isn’t all glitz and glamour.” She moved to the edge of the bed so she could speak in a hushed voice. “You know people are basically just hooking up at this thing, right?”

  “What’s wrong with that?” I looked over my shoulder and grinned.

  “Well, for starters—you’re still a virgin.” She continued speaking in a hushed tone. “I don’t think many virgins go to the World Ball.”

  “Mom and Dad met at the World Ball. Look how happy they are.” I put my hand over my heart. “I want that kind of love.”

  “Maybe you should see what love is about before you settle down with the first guy that you let in your panties.” She sighed and shook her head. “I still haven’t found the right guy and I’m almost thirty.”

  “I’ve waited my whole life for this. I’m not missing my opportunity.” I finished typing my details into the website, loaded a head shot, and hit the submit button.

  My parents had the kind of love and romance I had always dreamed of finding. The World Ball brought them together, and I hoped lightning could strike twice for our family. Muse was more of a free spirit. She was sexually active by the time she got to high school and her pregnancy scare at sixteen made my parents pay a lot closer attention to who I spent my time with. I was one step above sheltered and I wasn’t allowed to go on any dates that weren’t chaperoned. They even gave me a curfew when I started college, although they loosened the reins a little bit once I turned eighteen.

  “What are you going to tell our parents? You can’t very well tell them you’re heading off to New York for the World Ball. They’ll put the brakes on that plan real quick.” She chuckled and leaned back on the bed. “Do you really have it in you to lie to them?”

  “No, I’m not going to lie. I’m going to tell the truth. If they try to stop me from going to the World Ball, then they are hypocrites.” I closed my laptop and turned to face her. “They’re not going to say no.”

  “I think you’re wrong.” Muse chuckled. “Dad didn’t even let you go to any of the graduation parties.”

  “They don’t want me living with them until I’m thirty.” I stood to my feet and hopped on the bed next to my sister. “I mean, they already have one disastrously unmarried daughter. Surely they want grandkids at some point.”

  “You bitch!” Muse sat up and pushed my shoulder. “They weren’t very excited about the prospect of grandkids when I was sixteen!”

  “Yeah, cause you were sixteen!” I laughed and pushed her with a little more force.

  “It’s too bad too, because I would have made very beautiful babies with Adam.” She pulled away before I could push her a second time.

  “Well, now you’ll just have to settle on being the world’s greatest aunt.” I leaned over on my elbows. “Because I’m going to make beautiful babies with whatever hot guy I meet at the World Ball.”

  We continued teasing each other for several minutes before I had to leave for work. My part-time job didn’t bring in a lot of money, but I had managed to pad my savings account a little bit since I was still living at home. College was over for the summer and I had cleared my schedule so I could attend the World Ball. I was being a little presumptuous since I wasn’t sure I would even get accepted, but I felt like it was destiny. There had to be a reason I hadn’t found love yet. I fantasized about meeting someone amazing that proved love at first sight wasn’t just isolated to my parents. They were so incredibly happy and I just wanted that kind of love.

  How could I not want something so special? The only reason I’m here is because of the World Ball.

  I spent several days going to work and checking my email as soon as I got home. I kept waiting for a response—any response. When it finally came, I was nervous. If they rejected me, I wouldn’t be able to apply again until the following year. If they accepted me, I was going to have to tell my parents I applied for a spot because I couldn’t consider going without telling them. My nerves were shot before I ever clicked the email, but when I finally opened, I practically fell out of my chair. My application was accepted. I had an invitation. The email contained my login information and when I clicked the link to the website, I saw a mask staring back at me. I put in my information and the screen lit up with my invitation to the Masquerade of Sin.

  The theme this year is Masquerade of Sin—well, that’s not going to inspire any confidence with my parents.

  “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” MY mother leaned against the kitchen table and her face was flushed with anger.

  “Lyric, you can’t do something like this without telling us first!” My father had the same reflection of anger as his voice echoed through the kitchen.

  “You guys met at the World Ball! How can you be upset with me for wanting something like that?” I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I looked back and forth between them.

  “That was a different time.” My mother shook her head angrily. “The World Ball used to be a special event. Now it’s just a gratuitous sex party. It’s a giant orgy!”

  “No daughter of mine will ever go to a place like that.” My father took a step towards me and pointed in my face. “This is the kind of thing I would expect from Muse. You’re supposed to be the responsible one!”

  “I spent my whole childhood hearing about your perfect love story.” The tears started to flood down my face. “All I wanted was a chance to have something like that.”

  “When we went, it was beautiful.” My mother sighed. “There’s something we haven’t told you.”

  “Miranda, don’t.” My father shook his head cautiously.

  “She needs to know.” My mother took a step towards my father. “We’ve convinced her that the World Ball is such a magical place. It’s only fair that she knows the truth.”

  “What are you talking about?” I looked at my mother and then over to my father.

  “We went to the fiftieth anniversary of the World Ball. They offered to let all of the couples that had met there in the past and transformed
the magical three-day event into a lifelong relationship come back for one night only. They kept us away from the single folks, but they did a nice ceremony to introduce us when it started.” My mother exhaled sharply.

  “Miranda and I weren’t really interested in following the rules, so we decided to go see what the real dance floor was like.” My father’s jaw clenched. “It was awful. People were grinding on each other like they were married.”

  “I mean...” I sighed and shook my head. “That’s just how people dance now.”

  “It was sinful!” My mother snapped the words against her tongue angrily. “It wasn’t beautiful, it was disgusting!”

  I knew I wasn’t going to win the argument. Once my parents made up their mind about something, there was no way to change their minds. I retreated to my bedroom and lay in bed, crying against my pillow until I finally fell asleep. The dreams I had as a little girl were dashed by the very people who created them in the first place.

  I woke up the next morning with my eyes rimmed red and as I sat on the edge of my bed thinking, I decided that I wasn’t going to listen to them. I had an invitation. It was a once in a lifetime experience. If it was as awful as they described, I would regret going, but at least I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life wondering what could have been. I didn’t mention it to them again, but over the course of several weeks I bought a plane ticket and packed my suitcase in secret. I let a note that explained things the best way that I could and headed to the airport in the back of an Uber.

  I’m sorry. I’ve done exactly what you said for twenty-one years. It’s time I did something for myself.

  “WELCOME—TO THE MASQUERADE of Sin!” A man walked out onto a balcony overlooking the main part of the Grand Ballroom. “Are you ready for the opening ceremony?”

  I had been in New York for less than a day and my head was already spinning. It was a lot to take in for a girl from a small town. My flight arrived late and after getting some sleep, I spent the day seeing some of the popular sights in the city. I figured I wouldn’t have much time once the World Ball started. There would definitely be some time during the day, but I hoped I was exhausted from dancing all night. I had bought a dress that cost way more than I could afford. When I saw it on the rack, I just couldn’t turn it down. It was ocean-blue and fit me like a glove. I was able to pick up a bra made out of shells to wear over it, and the mask I chose was one that was textured to look like a mermaid’s tail. It didn’t look as fancy as some of the other outfits I saw, but it was passable as the masquerade version of a sexy mermaid.

  “We all wear masks in this world.” The lights dimmed and music started to play as the man on the balcony started to speak. “They hide who we really are. Tonight, you don’t have to hide behind the mask you wear every day. You can come alive without ever showing your face. This year—the rules have changed.”

  Judging by the reaction in this room, I’m guessing that wasn’t expected.

  “Normally the World Ball lasts three nights and on the last night, you have the option of asking one person to leave with you. This year, we’re doing things a little different. If you had plans, it’s time to cancel them. The music won’t stop for seven straight days!” He pointed down to the crowd and dancers walked out on the stage as the music got more intense.

  Seven days? Oh my god! I can’t stay here seven days...

  “At the end of each night, you have the choice of offering your pin to one person.” The man held up the pin that we were all given. “If they give your their pin in return, you can leave together.”

  Maybe my parents were right. This doesn’t sound anything like what they described when I was a kid.

  “If you decide it isn’t meant to be, you can swap pins again and return to the World Ball.” He smiled and held up his hands. “Enjoy the Masquerade of Sin!”

  The music changed to a classical song and I watched as people started to pair up. I looked around and quickly moved through the crowd to get to the bar that was set up in the corner. I wasn’t confident enough to just start dancing with a stranger, even if that was why I came in the first place. I ordered a glass of Champagne and sipped it for a few minutes as people moved across the dance floor like they had prepared for that moment their entire lives. I had as well, but I didn’t know the steps to the song. A few seconds later, a man walked up and extended his hand.

  “Can I have this dance?” He was wearing an orange and red mask with feathers along the top.

  “What are you supposed to be?” I tilted my head and looked at the long cloak he was wearing with similar colored feathers.

  “I’m a phoenix.” A smile spread across his face—a smile so charming it practically made my heart flutter. “A phoenix that is very interested in a mermaid, even if I drown in the water trying to take your hand.”

  Chapter 2: Maximo

  “There’s no way around the contract, Max.” My lawyer, Conrad, shook his head as he read through the paperwork in front of him. “Your grandfather was very specific when he set up this trust.”

  “How the fuck did I not know about this?” I drummed the table angrily with my fingers.

  “The details of the Massaro Trust were sealed until your twenty-fifth birthday, but don’t worry, you have five years to find a wife and produce an heir.” He ran his fingers down the page. “After that, the trust goes to the oldest living Massaro in your family.”

  “Which of course—is my fucking stepmother!” I roared and stood up. “I need a drink, want one?”

  “Yeah, I do.” He nodded and exhaled sharply. “Your grandfather was a peculiar man. He believed in family and making sure the Massaro name was carried on. This doesn’t surprise me, even if we didn’t know about it.”

  My grandfather had pushed me into a corner and I could practically see the old man cackling in his grave as I found out the conditions of my birthright. He had been preaching the importance of family since I was a boy. His only son, my father, had lived a rather wild life. It was unlikely that I was his only son, even if I was the only one that bore the Massaro name. The agreement was designed to revert to trust to my father if I didn’t meet my grandfather’s conditions, but he didn’t live long enough to find that out. His wild life took him down a road that was filled with drugs, and they claimed him before I was a teenager. The oldest living Massaro in our family wasn’t even a blood relative—it was the bitch he married one weekend in Vegas on the tail end of a bender.

  “Surely we can fight this. I would rather see the trust go to my aunt or one of my sisters. Hell, even my mother deserves it before that Vegas whore!” I sat down and pushed a drink over to Conrad.

  “Your grandfather was a sexist prick. You realize that, right? Your mother remarried. Your aunt has been married longer than you’ve been alive. Even your sisters are married. None of them carry the family name.” He shrugged his shoulders and lifted his glass. “I guess that is why your grandfather set it up like this. It specifically says the person that the fortune passes to must carry the Massaro name.”

  “Fuck it.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ll just find some old hag on death’s door and marry her. She’ll inherit the money and when she dies, it’ll pass to me.”

  “I mean—that’s one plan.” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “But it’s risky. What if she divorces you before she dies? Then you’re fighting anyone that has a claim to her estate. You might get some of it, but there’s no way you’ll keep the trust intact.”

  “Surely there are some childless old widows out there.” I grumbled and snarled as I stared at my whiskey.

  “You’ve got five years to find a woman and fall in love.” He took a sip of his whiskey and looked over at me. “Why are you in such a rush?”

  “I get an allowance, which is more than generous, but I want to do something with this money. It’s been collecting dust, and interest, but the one-percent get such a bad rap. I want to be one of the good guys that actually tries to better the world. Doctors Without Borders,
Space-X, you know what I’m talking about—the kind of stuff that makes humanity better.” I lifted my glass and sighed as I took a drink.

  “Then maybe there’s an alternative.” He picked up his tablet and loaded something before turning it to me. “The World Ball.”

  “That’s just a big orgy.” I scoffed and shook my head. “I’ve had enough of those for a while. I’m ready to grow up.”

  “Yeah, it can be, but not everyone there is just looking to hook up. There are plenty of women looking for someone to settle down with. One of my cousins met his wife there and they are the happiest couple you’ll ever meet.” He tapped the button for the application page. “What do you have to lose?”

  “Maybe you’re right.” I took the tablet from him. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt...”

  I signed up for the World Ball, even though I wasn’t sure I could actually meet anyone there. I remembered stories about it being a grandiose affair at one point, but like most things that fell into the hands of my generation, it had lost the luster it once had. A few days later, I got a confirmation email, but only if I donated. They weren’t asking for much, considering the disposable income my allowance provided, so I gave them what they wanted. A few after it cleared my bank account, I got a confirmation with an invitation to what they called the Masquerade of Sin.

  Okay, I guess I’m going to have to find a costume.

  I DECIDED TO ATTEND the Masquerade of Sin as a phoenix. I was the phoenix of the Massaro family, trying to rise above the ashes of the ridiculous trust agreement my grandfather had left behind when he died. The opening ceremony was interesting, but I stepped back from the dance floor once the World Ball was officially underway. I didn’t want any of the girls that rushed to the dance floor. They were too desperate. I looked around the room until my eyes found a woman dressed in a gorgeous blue dress. The sequins sparkled in the lights that spun around the room.