Love💙 Love💚 Love💛 That's all!💜

Every masterpiece hides a struggle. Every artist carries a secret. And behind the creation of Dangerous lies a story of brilliance, addiction, and an undeniable connection. Two artists-one, the King of Pop, and the other, a rising painter-collide in a whirlwind of ambition and vulnerability. Both haunted by their own demons, their paths cross as they create something extraordinary together. But when addiction and personal truths threaten to tear them apart, can their shared passion for art and music hold them together? Step into Michael Jackson's Dangerous era and uncover a tale of love, redemption, and the fragile beauty of human connection. Some truths might be imagined-but others might be closer to reality than you think. Discover The Story Of One Painting now and immerse yourself in the untold story behind the masterpiece.

{Bad era} 🥀 How Does it feel Living with the Man you loved to death who gets Abusive all out of sudden and turns your life upside down.. He was sick in the head he was dangerous and the things he was able to do to me were horrific Whenever i tried to escape from him he finds me back and takes me back wanting to hurt me more and more.. But until when? This is My second book ! Im in love with it already and i hope you will love it to❤️

Have you ever wondered what would Michael Jackson's life look like if some events didn't happen to him? If he had someone he trusted by his side through everything? Someone that had the power to save him from his tormented life? Hayley "Brit" Thames has the power to change Michael Jackson's future, and without knowing it, he has the power to make her love life again after something terrible happened to her. But nothing is that easy when fate is playing against you. *** "Here! I'm here," I exclaimed, as I found my way through the sea of people, ignoring the fact that my head was more and more aching as time passed by. "Ah, here she is," Carl smiled, and put his hand on my lower back. "Mr. Jackson, please meet Hayley Thames, one of the most passionate doctor I've ever met," he adressed the superstar who had Bethany on his lap. "Pleased to meet you," Michael Jackson smiled, standing up. He offered me his hand for me to shake it. "I've heard only great things about you so far." "I'm glad," I answered back, faking a smile, as the pain in my head was becoming unbearable. "N-Nice to meet you too, sir." At the second my hand made contact with his, my eyes couldn't see, my ears couldn't hear, my limbs couldn't move. It's like I was drowning in an ocean of images of him, of flashes I couldn't understand with people I didn't know. The only thing that seemed to be there, omnipresent, was him, Michael Jackson. It's like I could feel him invading my mind, like he was taking place in there without my approval. And then, nothing. Nothing but darkness.