MASKED CHARADES
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Damon is a hard hearted silent Marquis of Cambridge during day but during night his demeanor changes 180 when he masks himself up and let his personality come out as "PHALCON" as known and mentioned in various journals and papers of London. He's considered as savior of those in need of help.
Aileen wants to avenge her parents and has been training hard from six years to settle score with her parents' killer. She's a lady of society and enjoys the company of others like every lady in society but at night she changes into her real self masking herself and fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves giving her the name of "Masked Beauty".
what happens when two of them are betrothed to be married and how will they manage their secret lives from each other?? lets find out...
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