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The greatest adventure of my life had never been uncovering the truth. It was learning how to build an ordinary life with the extraordinary woman I loved.

Seven years passed. I had taken Sebastian’s advice and enrolled at Columbia Business School. I studied hard, graduating at the top of my class. With Sebastian’s help and the knowledge I had from my last life, I started my own import-export business. I worked long hours, I made tough decisions, I built my empire brick by brick. By 1952, my company was one of the most successful in New York. In my last life, I had always wanted to start my own business.

Another tough question. “Well, um… I feel like it’s personal preference, but truth be told, every writer has, at least once in their lifetime, written at least one story that has significant references or connections to their own life. I won’t lie, I have, too. In fact one of my stories are based entirely on my early life.” I answered truthfully, as best as I could. “You mean… it’s an exact copy? Truly your life story?” Asked another.

I didn’t make it far, just up to an abandoned park, it’s where my car died, it wouldn’t start anymore but it was okay, that’s as far as I’m going from here. Lulu, my stuffed grey wolf with purple eyes was my one and only loyal friend, she was with me when I spent the six dollars, when I was too hungry and was ready to beg for food. She was also hidden in my backpack when I applied for the job in the local library, I always had a weak spot for the books and stories, when they took me I couldn’t be happier.

Most people's stories don't end up happily and I was one of those people. I was a living testimony. The books I was reading fed me with lies, they made me believe in fairytale love but it was not real. If only I was given a chance to write my story, I won't hesitate to go back on my word and end my story happily. I deserved it. Daisy said so.

Lissa uttered, and I immediately know that is the start of her life story. Back when we're at the plane, she already told me how she got pregnant at a very young age and how she didn’t tell her parents, and the story goes on. Her story is so true to life that you would know it’s not sprinkled with sugar and spice; especially with her choices of words and description that I knew she’s always been an authentic human being.

Someday we'll drop our nicknames and they'll have to see who we are when we're together. Now we have something that will throw a rope around our necks, and at the same time it is the rope that they will have around their necks. However, this is not the time for anyone to know, we are going to continue to cover up, living a lie. She will have to disappear and have a Fake Life to survive. While I have a long Dangerous Life ahead of me. END .

“Nevertheless, my family is my life so I always strive to be there for them and to be the best husband and father I can be; it’s every man’s responsibility.” “A very diplomatic response, thank you very much Sir.” Natasha said, feigning a smile for the umpteenth time during the interview. “I think I should add something though,” Mr Kaponda added before Natasha could chip in the next question. “I think its public knowledge that before I married my wife, I led a very questionable life as a young man. There was a very brief period in my life when my life fell apart.

I was born in a town called Merchandising Town, population 4,298. It was a town like Hustle Town. There were a lot of shops, and people selling products to survive. My mom was one of the women who let vampires drink her blood for money. She would get around 40 dollars a night, but most of it went on paying off my dad's gambling debts. My dad was addicted to gambling, and a good for nothing. My mom fell for him at a food stand when he gave an older lady free fruit. He was, at one point and time, a good man. Mother always took care of him, which is why he quit his job at the fruit stand. He would only make around 10 dollars a day. Compared to her 40 dollars a night, he figured he didn't need t