If the media stood up for Michael the way they did for Blue Ivy, he might have still been here today.

Your POV

I couldn't believe that me and Michael got married. Now that our "marriage" was a fact, it felt so strange to me! It was one thing to plan it, but a whole different feeling to actually do it.

I was so nervous during the whole ceremony - my body was shivering, I was sweating and my hands were trembling! I almost dropped the wedding ring when I had to put it on his finger! I was so glad that it was finally over!

Or so I thought.

His stuff had prepared a little surprise for us - when we got inside the house to sleep after the ceremony and the photo session, we found Michael's bedroom covered in flowers and candles. It smelled amazing and the atmosphere was very romantic. Too bad, his stuff only wasted their time because we weren't really a couple.

"God... those people won't ever learn that they shouldn't do things before askin' me first!" Michael said annoyed after we got in the room and closed the door behind us. Now we were alone.

He took off his coat and threw it on the floor, then did the same with his tie. I was surprised to see the messy person he was!

"They were only trying to make us happy, Michael!" I replied "We should actually thank them tomorrow!"
"Do you even hear yourself, woman? We should thank them... yeah right. Loosen up the leash and next time they might even sell the house without asking me..."
"You're exaggerating it..." why was he so mad? "I think you have wonderful stuff."
"What the heck do you know about having stuff?" he plumped on the bed like a boss and placed his left leg over his right one to remove his shoes with his feet.
"I've worked at a restaurant... I've been stuff my whole life."
"Whatever... I just wanna sleep, I'm tired." he pulled the blankets and the flowers fell on the carpet "Damn all those smelly flowers.." he murmured. "A man can't have piece at his own house!"
"Ahmm.. sorry to interrupt your important self monolog but.. can I have a blanket too? And pillows? Please?"
"Take some from the bed.. there are many or can you not see?" he was still very busy removing the flowers from the bed.

Why was he so angry today? He was in a terrible mood! Maybe he was just nervous because of the wedding.. I was nervous too but I wouldn't act like him, well, I guessed people revealed their anger in their own unique forms.

I took a few pillows and a blanket, and walked over to the sofa. I made my "bed" and went to the bathroom to take off the dress, and take a nice shower. After I got out, he did the same thing and we went to our beds.

I had never thought that my wedding would be like this! I had also never thought that I would marry someone who won't be my real husband! How did I end up in this again? Life's full of surprises.

He switched off the lights and laid in his bed.

"You better get some rest now 'cause the press's gonna eat us up in the morning..." he said.
"I will, thank you. You too."
"Don't worry about me, I'm already used to it." after a longer pause he said "I never thought I'd end up like this... marrying a woman I don't know just for the media.." tell me about it, I thought, but I pretended to be asleep.

I opened my eyes, awaken by the noise of someone walking back and forth around the room. I turned around to see that this someone was Michael. His shoes made loud noises against the wooden floor. I also looked at the clock and it said 5am.

WHAT?? 5am!!??? So early!!? What was he doing up so early?? I was so tired I wanted to sleep because we went late to bed last night.

"Michael.. would you please stop making noises because I really want to sleep some more? Thank you!" I asked politely and then turned around so that my back was facing him, ready to peacefully fall asleep again. Without a reply, I heard him walking towards me and next thing I knew, he pulled the blanket off my body and threw it on the floor.
"No, honey, I won't!" I turned around to see he was looking perfect. His make up, his cologne, dressed with style as usual and his hat was on his head too.. how early must have he gotten up to make himself look so beautiful??
"But.."
"No buts! Your husband gets up early so you better get used to it!" he snapped his fingers.
"But it's 5am! I wanna sleep some more! I deserve it!"
"Well, too bad 'cause you won't! Now get up! We need to practice more... today I'm gonna call the sheikh and tell him about my... wife, although he might have already heard about it.. Tabloid shit travel fats." tabloid shit? I giggled at his expression "Why are you laughing?"
"The way you said it.."
"It's not funny. You have no idea how much I've suffered because of the media and all the tabloids. It seems like they love torturing me!"
"I'm so sorry, Michael.." I could heard the pain in his voice. He must have suffered a lot.
"Don't be, I'm resilient. Now, get ready, I want to practice. I want you to meet him as soon as possible and this ain't gonna happen if you sleep the whole day!"
"Okay.." I sighed.

We spent 2 hours practicing and talking about the sheikh. I had to keep concentrated during the whole time without a break and I was so tired right now, and hungry too. We went downstairs in the kitchen so that he could show me where all the food and dishes were since I was going to be Mrs. Jackson for quite some time now.

"Michael.." I decided to ask him something.
"What?"
"What are you going to do if we fail at fooling the sheikh and you lose the deal?"
"Don't even say that! This deal is very important and I can't afford to lose it! Hell no!"
"But what if something bad happens and we just fail and-" he cut me off.
"Let me tell you something girl, I'm Michael fuckin' Jackson! I don't fail, I don't lose 'cause I got  control over my life!"
"Ahm... okay..."
"Nobody tells me how to live my life and nobody controls my life! I've been in this business and alone in this world ever since I was a little kid! I know how to pull the strings and make things work in my favor!" okay I didn't need to know all that.. but he was so serious in his talk, even waved his hands around "And I'm gonna tell you again... nobody, NOBODY tells Michael Jackson what to do!"

"Michael!" someone called and we turned around to see a woman... OMG this was his mother! I've seen her on TV before. She quickly walked over to us and stood in front of Michael, placing her hands on her waist. He seemed speechless because he froze on the spot.

"Momma? Wh-" before he could finish his sentence, she slapped him in the face really hard. "But momma what did I do!!!" he protested, holding his cheek.
"What did you do?? Really? You gonna ask yo momma what did you do..." she shook her head at him. "You got married without telling your family first!!! I had to learn about it from the news!!! Do I even have to tell you what the problem is!!!"
"But momma.."
"SHHH! Don't talk, boy, you're only gonna listen!"

So much for his 'Nobody tells Michael Jackson what to do.' ....

"I can't believe you did this to me and your father! I've been dreaming of the day when I'd see my son get married.."
"Oh Lord..." he sighed "here we go.."
"To a beautiful girl in white who will love him for him and now what??? I heard about it on the news and my son didn't even bother to call me!! Is this how I raised you?"
"I'm sorry, momma, but it happened all so fast!"
"You so stupid, you can't even think of a good lie to hide your immature actions!"
"But I-"
"Don't talk or I'm gonna slap you so more, boy! I'm gonna have to teach you some lessons now because, obviously, I haven't done that when you were a kid! Oh Lord... I can't believe this is happening to me...." I just stood there, not knowing what to say or do. The situation was awkward, but I had to admit, his mom did have a point. Getting married without telling his own mom, wasn't the best thing to do, even though we were faking it, maybe he should have faked a whole ceremony for the sake of his family.

Afterwards, his father walked in the room too.

"There he is... my son! And my daughter-in-low who I don't know and who I see for the very first time in my life!" Michael rolled his eyes at his words. "Look at him, Kate, our son! We were so proud of who him and he stabbed us in the back.."
"What do you know about back stabbers, Joseph!??" Michael exploded.
"More than you, boy! Now all my friends are gonna laugh at me because of your actions!"
"I can't believe he invited Elizabeth and not his own mother and father.." she begun sobbing.
"Oh mother please don't start with the tears..."
"Do you see this, Joseph?? How my own son talks to me?? Ahhh.." she begun crying.
"Oh Lord..." Michael rolled his eyes again and I had zero clue as what to do in this moment but then we heard someone walking in the room slowly. We all turned around to look and I saw a lady, much older than Michael's mother, but dressed very chic with high heels, elegant gloves and a Chanel bag. She stopped in the middle of the room, her expression rather of an angry lady, looked at us with her right brow arrowed, than said

"So you're even faster than me.." her voice was strong, heavy and husky.
"Mother??!!!" Katherine said.
"Grandmother, what are you doing here???" Michael asked as if he didn't believe his own eyes.

So this was Michael's grandmother???