⚠️ Copyright © 2018 by IntenseArt. This is an original story. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher. I have the right to report anyone who copies my work❗⚠️ We're all guilty at some point in our lives of pretending to be someone we're not, or hiding the person we really are. Not everything is as it seems. As Layla knows, and later finds out, that a lot happens behind closed doors, but should remain a secret... or should they?

When you're the biggest entertainer on Earth, you can't walk down the street without causing chaos.That was the thing with Michael Jackson. He couldn't enjoy the magic of Disneyland in peace because his daring fans would always bombard him. Though it was with love, it didn't allow him to experience normalcy in such a public place. But on Valentine's Day 1987, Michael does meet a girl one magical day at Disneyland and quickly gets hooked. The only problem is, when he met her, he was in one of his many disguises. The bigger problem: the fiery Latina Liliana Lopez has no idea the man she's falling for is in reality Michael Jackson.

Behind the Mask 2: Everything will come to the light.

Behind The Mask 3: Just when he thought it was safe to throw away the mask... Michael & Liliana find themselves in a dark place they never destined to be. When the word "divorce" is thrown into their daily vocabulary, everything seems to crumble thereafter. The trouble that haunts this once happy couple almost seems fatal.

19 year-old Alondra Cade didn't start out being homeless. The tragic death of her parents left her all alone. It forced her to drop out of college. She was too depressed to keep up with her rent, and her landlord kicked her out to the streets. Her current residence is a cardbord box and the corner of Daytona Way. What makes it worse, is that the hurricane season is approaching quickly and she's stuck where she is. Through one day of rain, a tall man came up late into the night to hand her box and handed her a glorious KFC bucket. And that was the start of something beautiful...

After a two year break from his music life, Michael continues to juggle his personal and pop star life by trying to create a slight image shift. Leaving Rayne to deal with the after affects and his now 5 year old daughter Camille.

The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to identify the faces around me, but I didn't recognize any, and it only made me more nervous as seconds went by. I wasn't able to stay still, as my whole body was shaking with fear. Electricity was coursing through every single nerve of my body. "Page Dr. Moseley!" one of the nurse that injected me Lorazepam in my IV exclaimed. "Ma'am, you're at the hospital, we've got you," she told me, looking down at me. I felt the substance take effect within a minute, and soon it was easier for me to breathe. I looked at the three nurses around me, and they all looked at me as if I was some kind of ghost. The one on my right asked her colleague to call my relatives, and a rush of relief invaded me at the mention of my family. As she was about to leave the room, I grabbed her hand, not wanting to be alone anymore. I looked at her with tears filled eyes, unable to speak at that point. She gave me a small smile, and patted the back of my hand to give me comfort. "Alright, I'll stay with you," she reassured, as I breathed in and out the oxygen mask on my face. "Your family should be here soon, you won't be alone." I nodded slowly, as tears fell from my eyes. I wasn't able to speak a word, because I was too scared that if I did, I would compromise my return to the real world. I didn't know for sure that any of this was real, if I was actually back from this horrible world I was stuck in. When the door of the room opened, a doctor came in, looking down at what I understood was my chart. He looked from the paper to me, and a smile appeared on his face. "Welcome back," he greeted, as he approached my bed.