Is Hanya Yanagihara'S 'A Little Life' Based On A True Story?

Zelina Gold meets an extremely handsome man named Niklaus Jacobs, but because she's From New York she's never heard of him... he's the wealthiest man in the world, and voted 6 years in a row the #1 guy to sleep with and to marry... He was what she thought of as her 100th blind date. He proposes marriage to her on their first date. Will Zelina Gold agree to marry the handsome Niklaus Jacobs and become Mrs Jacobs???

I agreed to transfer schools with my childhood friend who was constantly being bullied, but she backed out on the last day. Her friend teased, "I can't believe you pretended to be bullied all this time just to get rid of Harry. He's your childhood friend. Are you really willing to let him go to another school all by himself?" Lena said indifferently, "It's just another school in this city. How far could it be? I've had enough of him always being around me. Getting some distance between us is just what I wanted." I stood outside the door for a long time that day before deciding to turn and leave. However, on the transfer application, instead of writing Haleswood High School, I wrote the high school that my parents wanted me to go to, which was abroad. Everyone seemed to have forgotten that Lena and I had been worlds apart from the very start.

When I was six, a car crash wiped out most of my memory. My foster parents told me my parents had died that night. They said they had taken me in, given me their name, their home, and the protection of one of New York's most powerful families. So I spent twelve years proving I deserved to stay. I cleaned up my younger sister Bianca's messes, handed her the credit for my work, and locked every trophy I earned in a wooden archive box because my success made the family's real daughter uncomfortable. Then, at eighteen, I ordered a certified birth record for my student visa. The clerk looked at me and said, "Your parents have always been Vittorio and Elena Romano. There's no adoption on file." I had never been an orphan. Bianca knew. My relatives knew. The family attorney knew. Even the old butler who carried me home from the hospital knew. For twelve years, everyone had played a part in the same lie. So I hid the birth certificate and kept playing the grateful adopted daughter. I fixed Bianca's speech, prepared her heir's gala, and smiled while my family erased my name one last time. They had no idea I'd already booked a one-way flight out of their lives.

Some people have a good life, some people have a great childhood, well some people have a roof on top of their head. But not me, I’m different than most people, I lived in my car, worked in the local library, I was no one, add to that being a little doesn’t really help my case at all. It was all going to downward to hell, until I met them, I’ve met her first, then her husband and they wanted me, homeless, bookworm and all. This our story, our adventures, and our love. Contains ddlg and mdlg, you’ve been warned. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

The day my seven-year-old daughter needed a blood transfusion was the day my perfect life shattered. The child I had loved, protected, and sacrificed everything for... wasn't mine. My husband had known the truth all along. While I believed our daughter had died at birth, Marcus secretly made me raise the child he had with my best friend. They stole seven years of my life, my love, and my motherhood, all while laughing behind my back. So I walked away. I divorced the man who betrayed me, abandoned the life I built for him, and returned to my true identity, the billionaire heiress I had hidden for love. I swore I would never look back. Until I met a little girl with haunting red eyes and fragile lungs... a child who looked exactly like me. Her name was Lily. And the man raising her was the cold, untouchable billionaire, Alexander Cole. He refused to tell me where Lily came from. I refused to walk away. When I discovered Alexander's family was forcing him to find a wife, I made him an offer neither of us expected. A contract marriage. No love. No feelings. Just two broken adults protecting one little girl. But the more time I spent with Lily, the more convinced I became that she was the daughter I had mourned for seven years. Now my cheating ex-husband wants me back after discovering I'm the hidden heiress he threw away. My fake husband is becoming dangerously possessive. And if the truth about Lily ever comes out... Someone will lose everything.

On my ninety-ninth rebirth, I stopped fighting with the real heiress, Lily Hart. I accepted every false accusation she threw at me and let my relationships with my two childhood friends fall apart. I told myself it was fine. At least Wayne Fall was still on my side. That lasted until Lily's birthday gala, when her gown suddenly slipped and nearly left her exposed in front of everyone. Wayne pulled her into his arms and, for the first time, turned his anger on me. "Do you even remember who you are? You're not a Hart by blood. What makes you think you can compete with Lily?" What he didn't know was that every time I tried to expose Lily, everyone I cared about died in horrifying ways. In the first life, my childhood friend, Adrian Cole, was crushed beneath a freight truck, his skull shattered. In the second, my cousin, Ryan Hayes, fell from a skyscraper and was torn apart on impact. In the third, my fiancé, Wayne, was trapped in a blazing fire and burned alive... Adrian and Ryan threw me into the estate's artificial lake. I couldn't swim. Water flooded my lungs until tears streamed down my face, but no matter how desperately I begged for help, neither of them reacted. By the time my consciousness finally faded away, someone dragged me out of the water. Then I heard them talking. "Looks like she's finally learned her lesson. At least you won't have to keep hypnotizing her anymore, Wayne. I was starting to worry all those pills would fry her brain." "There'll definitely be some cognitive damage... But we didn't have a choice. Lily's the Harts' real daughter. If she refused to give in, she'd end up being pushed out of the family sooner or later." So, the countless "rebirths" I'd experienced were nothing more than an illusion. I'd simply been hypnotized. But I never needed to cling to a place in the Hart family. I had a family of my own too.