What Is The True Story Behind I Had To Survive?

Bianca has been abused all of her life, first by her father and then by her brother. She has been raised with one cruel truth, that her only worth is the price that she can be sold for. When her brother announces that she is to marry a ruthless alpha, Bianca knows that this is the end, unless she runs. With the help of her mother and a trusted friend, Bianca escapes into the human world. On the night of a blood moon, fate intervenes. She meets her mate and they spend the night together, but her freedom is short-lived. Her brother finds her, drags her back, and punishes her brutally for daring to escape. When Bianca discovers she is pregnant, her brother’s cruelty reaches new depths. Declared worthless, beaten nearly to death, and left for dead, she only survives through the loyalty of her childhood friend. But her survival comes at a price. Bianca is forced to deceive another alpha, under the lie that her unborn child belongs to him, all to secure her brother’s thirst for power. Caught in a web of lies, threats, and growing danger as rogue attacks spread, Bianca struggles to protect her son while hiding the truth from everyone. When fate brings her face-to-face with her mate again, her secrets begin to unravel, alliances are tested, and war becomes inevitable. No longer the broken girl she once was, Bianca steps into her strength, helping bring down the man who stole her childhood and tried to destroy her future. This is a story of survival, resilience, and a Luna who rises from unimaginable darkness to claim her power, her mate, and her place next to the alpha who was always meant to stand with her.

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.

The moment I discover I'm pregnant, Courtney Smith, the leukemia patient I saved three years ago, turns up on my doorstep once again. She claims that her leukemia has relapsed again, so she wants me to abort my baby in order to save her life again. But I'm pregnant with my deceased police husband's baby. So, I tell her that I can only donate my bone marrow to her once I've given birth to my baby. After hearing my answer, not only do Courtney and her family not feel any gratitude toward me, but they also berate me for not helping them out till the end. "You can still have another baby once you lose this one! But if your pregnancy affects my illness in any way, will you be able to take responsibility over this?" Then, the Smiths abduct me to a shady hospital, where they forcibly put me through an abortion and remove my bone marrow. While their operation is a success, my baby and I end up dying on the surgical table. As they gaze at our corpses, the Smiths' faces are plastered with icy expressions. "Don't blame us for what we did. If you were the one with leukemia, we'd still make Court donate her bone marrow to you. One's life is determined by fate. If you can't survive, that just means you're fated to die." When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the timeframe three days before Courtney finds out about her leukemia relapse.

Until I met Ronin, the love of my life, life had never been fair to me. Everything changed for me once he turned my life upside down. He swept me off my feet, like a breath of fresh air. He became a source of light for me, guiding me away from my darkest and most wretched road. My life is not a fairytale love story; it is about my strength, courage, struggle, happiness and joy, pain and sadness, memories, willpower, survival to fight, endearment, abuses I have experienced throughout my life, light and hope I have in me, and determination to improve my life. So follow me on my adventure of life survival and how I became the person I am today.

Five years ago, my family died in a car crash. My parents. My adopted sister, Liz. Everyone but me. They left behind grief, an empty house, and a debt so large it swallowed my life. When the collectors came, I turned to the only person I had left—my husband, Adrian. He told me he had cut ties with his own family to marry me and had nothing left. I believed him. For five years, I worked every job I could find, paid every dollar I earned, and told myself love was worth the suffering. When the balance dropped to its final $18,000, I signed up for a paid drug trial at a private clinic. They handed me a waiver, warned me about possible delayed reactions, and promised fast money if I swallowed the experimental dose. I thought it would buy us a new beginning. Instead, I came home early and heard Adrian on the phone. “Let Liz use the card. Evelyn still doesn’t know. She took away Liz’s money five years ago, so she has to earn every dollar back herself.” Then he laughed softly. “One more year, and her punishment is over.” That was how I learned the dead were alive. The debt was fake. My husband had never been poor. And the life I had fought so hard to survive was only a sentence they had given me.

In my last life, Enzo Saletta saved me from the fire. Chiara Bellini died in my place. For months, he cared for me like a devoted husband. He guarded my hospital room. He bought gifts for our unborn child. He told me none of it was my fault. I believed him. Until the night after I gave birth. Our son was asleep beside me. I was too weak to move, still aching from labor, but for one brief moment, I believed we were safe. Then I smelled smoke. The door would not open. Outside the locked door, Enzo’s voice cut through the smoke. “You took Chiara from me. Now burn with your child.” I screamed his name until my throat bled. No one opened the door. The flames swallowed me and my newborn son. When I opened my eyes again, I was back inside that burning warehouse. Five months pregnant. Smoke in my lungs. Chiara still alive. This time, I did not call Enzo. I waited until he came. I watched him carry Chiara out first. Then I crawled through the fire alone, bleeding for a child he would never get the chance to kill. Everyone believed I had set the fire. Everyone called me jealous, vicious, and insane. But they had forgotten one thing. Before I became Enzo Saletta’s wife, I was the woman who helped build the Carmine family’s security system. Chiara deleted the main footage. She did not delete mine.