Michael Jackson didn't love. He owned. He didn't ask. He commanded. He didn't break hearts. He broke people. Heir to a bloodline that devoured industries and swallowed nations whole, Michael didn't inherit wealth, he inherited dominion. Casinos. Airlines. Networks. Malls. Banks. You didn't rise without kneeling to a Jackson. And no one knelt deeper than the women in his bed. He wasn't a man. He was a storm in a suit. No affection. No mercy. No limits. His world was built on silence, bruises, and obedience. And when he was done with you? You disappeared. Then came her. Ruby. The daughter of the woman who once slept with his father and almost burned their empire to the ground. Now she stood before him--broke, alone, drowning in debts she couldn't pay. He should've walked away. But cruelty always had a price. And hers was submission. One year. No limits. No safeword. No freedom. He would erase her debts. Rebuild her failed legacy. But in return--she would surrender everything. Her body. Her will. Her pride. She said yes. And when he discovered she was untouched, innocent in every way? It didn't soften him. It challenged him. Because now, he wouldn't just own her. He'd destroy her. And she'd beg for more.

"I never thought it would come to this",I whisper out into the cold nights air ,his face holding a sincere look of utter love that heals my once broken heart,my fragile and reckless form and mind having risen from hell and brought into his heaven ,there's no other way to describe it...

He's the boss and he's the boss in every way. (Story you've probably seen on here before, but it is mine. The other author stole it from me and claimed it as her own. So to protect my story, I have had hers taken down and I'm publishing my story now.)

The neighbor knows his name, but she kinda wishes she didn't.

Ok, I wrote this a couple years back. Michael is not famous in this story but it's one of my faves that I've written. Contains some 50 shades type stuff too. It's kinda slow to start but please hang in there, the good stuff is coming! Lol If this ain't ur thing please bypass, if it is, please enjoy and comment. Contains mature content! MJ perves enjoy! All rights reserved

Y/N is a young girl that is childish, sweet, and funny to be around others, even if she is captured in publicity. She was even dating the King of Pop, which no one knew about since she was not in the public eye. He may be dating her, but he doesn't know anything else that is secretive about her job. "Michael, are you dating anyone right now? Who is Blanket's mother?" Martin asked during the interview. "Blanket's mother, I cannot say we agreed not to make our relationship public." Said Michael, looking at the interviewer. "Okay. So, are you dating anyone?" He asked. "Yes." "Who is she?" Martin asked. Michael felt his cheeks rising, turning red a little. "My girlfriend, uh...she's around, but I kept her a secret. I didn't want to announce our relationship if she was comfortable to come forward."

(WARNING) (Story contains: Violence, Hate, sexual content, trigger and possible mentioning of rape.) Being Married sounds amazing to everyone but when i hear it, i feel like im being choked to Death. It was a living nightmare i had to escape.

౨ৎ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ౨ৎ Aria Vale had one rule. Never let Hollywood see you cry. It worked for a while. The magazines called her the "Ice Queen," men called her difficult, and everyone who didn't know her decided she was a bitch before she even opened her mouth. Then came Michael Jackson. Not in person. Not at first. Just his name on a tour proposal, his face on billboards, and one line on a fax that pissed her off far more than it should have: "Mr. Jackson has personally approved Miss Vale for the European leg." So Aria says yes. Not because she likes him. And definitely not because she forgives him. But if Michael Jackson thinks he can turn her into a footnote in his comeback story, he's about to learn very quickly that Aria Vale was never made to stand behind anyone. ౨ৎ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ౨ৎ 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐 ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚

······················•✦•······················ Michael had never liked photoshoots. He hated the way cameras always seemed to turn him into a product rather than a person. But the moment he stepped into the New York studio of a French photographer, something felt different. For the first time in a long while, the lens didn't make him feel like it was invading his privacy. It didn't take long for his attention to drift from the camera to the woman standing behind it. And when the shoot ended and he returned to his hotel room, he kept thinking about her a little too much. (𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙊𝘾)

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐂!𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 Thriller has just been released, and Michael is feeling a wave of immense pressure, jumping from one music video project to the next. But when his choreographer suddenly leaves the Thriller project, Michael desperately needs a replacement. That's when La Toya suggests her friend Juliet, a talented dancer and choreographer Michael already knows from childhood. Trusting her with the biggest project of his career should be risky... but somehow, working closely with her feels natural. Maybe a little too natural.