Is Reinhold Messner: My Life At The Limit Based On True Events?

Three years after I died, my mother sent me twenty dollars for living expenses. Three years before that—the first time I ever asked my family for money—she said to me, offhand, "Sometimes I think you're just putting on an act. What's so unsanitary about a thirty-cent boxed meal? And why can't you wear a five-dollar down jacket? Face it, you're just more high-maintenance than your little brother." Later, when I needed twenty dollars to buy some cheap medicine for my stomachache, she blocked me immediately and cut off all contact—along with every relative we had. "Don't contact me anymore. I'm clearly not a good mother. I can't afford to give my son a life of luxury." But for my younger brother, who had just started high school, she spared no expense—renting him a three-bedroom apartment. Even the family dog got its own room. In the end, on the day my brother became the top scorer in the state, she finally remembered me. She took me off her block list and transferred twenty dollars. "It's only twenty dollars. Was it really worth giving your family the silent treatment for three whole years?" What she never knew was this— On the night my stomach ruptured, three years ago, I had already died. I couldn't afford to go to the hospital. I froze to death in the snow.

My father, Terence Locke, is covered in mud. He grabs my shoulders desperately, and his eyes are bloodshot. He says, "Emma, my company has gone bankrupt, and I accidentally killed a business rival. You have to run away with me." I believe him. Suppressing my fear, I follow him deep into the untouched mountains. To find food for him, I eat bugs and drink dirty water. When a pack of wolves closes in on our cave, my first instinct is to stand in front of him. "Dad, I'll lure them away. Run!" I look back at him one last time before finally making up my mind to trade my life for his. But after I leap off a seemingly bottomless cliff and fall to a pulp on the rocks below, I somehow "see" him inside a slowly descending helicopter. He is popping a bottle of champagne in celebration. At that moment, I finally understand everything. The whole desperate escape over the past few days that ultimately pushes me to sacrifice my life is nothing more than a reality show staged by him. He is merely putting on a performance, while I am truly dead...

Die Schatten meiner Vergangenheit Vor einem Jahr wurde Angels Leben in einer einzigen Nacht zerstört. Nachdem ihre Eltern brutal ermordet wurden, musste sie fliehen, ihre Identität aufgeben und alles zurücklassen, was sie jemals geliebt hatte. Unter einem neuen Namen versucht sie in einer fremden Stadt ein normales Leben aufzubauen. Doch die Vergangenheit lässt sich nicht so leicht begraben. Jede Nacht wird sie von Albträumen verfolgt, und die Angst, entdeckt zu werden, begleitet jeden ihrer Schritte. Als ein geheimnisvoller und gefährlich attraktiver Mann ihren Weg kreuzt, gerät ihre mühsam aufgebaute Welt ins Wanken. Seine kalten Blicke scheinen mehr über sie zu wissen, als er sollte, und schon bald erkennt Angel, dass ihre Flucht möglicherweise nie wirklich beendet war. Während dunkle Geheimnisse ans Licht kommen und alte Feinde näher rücken, muss Angel entscheiden, wem sie vertrauen kann. Doch in einer Welt voller Verrat, Macht und Blut kann die falsche Entscheidung tödlich sein. Manche Vergangenheiten bleiben begraben. Andere kommen zurück, um alles zu zerstören.

I've kicked my 28-thousand-dollar high-tech drone into the lake. In my previous life, when my company held a team-bonding session by camping out in the mountains, my colleague, Melissa Schubert's beloved pet dog—that she views as her own son—has gotten lost in the woods. With tears trickling down her cheeks, she tugs at my sleeve. "I can't live without Max! Please use your drone to look for him!" Eager to help Melissa out, I immediately power on my drone and start scouring the woods for Max. But Melissa thinks I'm being far too slow on the controller, so she snatches it from me and starts messing around with the controls. As a result, the drone spirals out of control and crashes into the woods. As soon as its battery explodes, it starts a forest fire immediately. But when faced against the police, Melissa doesn't hesitate to throw me under the bus. "Lauren was the one who kept flaunting her stupid drone! Not only did she set fire to the mountain, but she also killed my dog!" On top of having to pay a huge fire insurance claim, I also get sentenced by the court, leaving me with a criminal record. My dad is forced to work at a construction site just to help me gather the funds needed for the compensation. That's when he accidentally falls off the scaffolding, resulting in him getting paralyzed permanently. All of my relatives have also cut ties with us. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the cliffside on the day of the camping trip. This time, I don't hesitate to kick my drone into the lake. A second later, Melissa rushes to me while bawling at the top of her lungs. "My dog has gone missing! Quick, help me look for him with your drone!" I turn around to look at her. "You should be calling the police and asking a professional search-and-rescue team for help if you want to look for your dog. Why are you looking for me instead?"

As the only expert in the world capable of rescue dives below 3,000 feet, I received a once-in-a-lifetime salvage contract worth tens of millions of dollars. I had dived in those same waters over a decade ago. My son's research submersible had been damaged on the ocean floor. After his oxygen ran out, he suffocated in the dark. The grief nearly destroyed me. My husband, Griffin Lattimer, held me through it, staying by my side through countless miserable nights. I found out later that he had personally redirected the only rescue vessel capable of reaching the depths our son was at to save his childhood friend's daughter. That girl had merely choked on a mouthful of water in the shallows. I divorced Griffin and threw myself into deep-sea salvage like a woman possessed, diving over and over until I knew the undercurrents of those waters better than I knew my own home. I never wanted another child to die the way mine did. Today brought the same stretch of ocean, the same crushed hull, the same depleted oxygen, and the same impossible odds. When I opened the client's file, I went completely still. I recognized the name and face inside instantly. I would never forget either of them for as long as I lived. I smiled and slid the folder back across the table to my partner. "I can't take this one."

Alice had been begging her husband for a child throughout their seven years of marriage, but Charles Reynolds would rather spill away his cum than allow her to get pregnant. That day, after being sick for weeks, she finally went to the hospital. She discovered she was pregnant, but she was also told she had only nine months to live because she was terminally ill. Her worst nightmare came true when she found out Charles had cheated on her with their family doctor and was justifying it as a surrogacy arrangement. So Alice decided to walk away from his life. By the time Charles realized she had been one of the biggest contributors to his success all along, his company was already failing, and the wife he had abandoned was already close to death. Now the cold, arrogant husband who once rejected her is searching the world for the woman he let go—and he will do anything to win back his dying wife. But will Alice survive long enough to reject or choose him again, or will death claim her first?