At the height of his career, Michael Jackson becomes jaded with his fame and makes a drastic decision, he takes a plane to Russia. Tragically, the plane crashes in the mountains of Siberia. Nonetheless, the singer survives the crash and he is taken by a powerful woman, who's obsessed with the superstar. Maritza Ivanova has no intentions to let the world know about his whereabouts. However, in the end, would the arrogance of a hard and ruthless woman overcome what she truly feels deep down in her heart? Will Maritza bend her pride and allow the singer to leave or be found by those who desperately seek for him?

~ CHAPTR 8: HEARTLESS WOMAN ~

*~*Disclaimer*~*
The story plot is the product of my imagination, where all the characters play a fictional role.  I do not believe in any way that Michael would hurt any children. I am and always be a strong supporter of his innocence for an eternity. Please, note that I do not wish to offend anyone with my storyline. Do not read or leave a bad comment if you do not understand my creativity.

"Sometimes, where you are is so much more than who you are with, but, others, my goodness, others, who you are with makes it matter not at all where you are" - Tyler Knott Gregson

June 25th 2009.

How many of us wish we could have saved him on that fateful day? How many hours, days, years, have we spent crying over a man who would never know our faces. A man who would never entertain the world again.

One fan.

One wish.

One extraordinary opportunity

“Do you believe in miracles?”, he asked.

“I believe in you”. I answered, giving him a sad, half smile. “That’s close enough.”

Young, sweet, beautiful and sensitive, Alison is arranged to marry the man of his dreams. He is madly in love and he is eager to begin a new life far from his dark past. Michael, a billionaire with a strong character, short-tempered, proud and jealous. He is accepting the marriage only to inherit a massive fortune. Can Alison achieve his greatest dream of winning his husband's love and live happily? Something he has never accomplished in his young life after living like a prisoner in the hands of his abusive parents. Alison, born with an ambiguous genitalia disorder lived his childhood years as a boy. At the tender age of twelve, his parents corrected what they consider a curse that shamed their family’s name and would endanger their future plans.

*~*Disclaimer*~*
The story plot is the product of my imagination, where all the characters are purely fictional. I do not believe in any way that Michael was gay in real life, I do not wish to offend anyone. My intentions are to create fictional stories that are suitable for the gay community, and for readers that are open to different subjects. Do not read or leave a bad comment if you do not understand my creativity.

Most entertainers put out a show, an illusion, a façade. If you’re lucky, some are okay with opening up to their fans in the most emotional way. Yet it’s still safe to say that the way someone may act on stage may not be how they always are in private.

Sonja realized this the wretched way, as she allowed Michael’s trembling body to cling to her for dear life. His tears hot and sticking to her skin, curls splayed, and clothes wrinkled. This was a side so unlike anything else, a pallid vulnerability that he allowed only her to see.  

“I wouldn’t betray you like that. You don’t deserve that kind of hatred.”

A girl can dream, that’s the one thing this broken, soul-grabbing, city couldn’t take from you.

Though, Sonja Carter’s dreams never involved meeting Michael Jackson, especially hiding the poor guy in her small apartment from rampant fangirls. They just consisted of parties littered with drinks and drugs, some good ol’ carnal nights, and a plethora of good-looking things.

It was an odd encounter so one could say fate had intertwined the two. Possibly for love or possibly for heartbreak and horrid knowings.

And since the world was filled with more sin than hell itself, you could heavily argue the latter.

(HIATUS)

Disclaimer: Remember, this is a work of fiction. Dates, events, and people have been changed to fit my vision.