In her memoir, released after her death, Lisa Marie Presley says that when she and her second husband, Michael Jackson, started their relationship, he was a virgin. Michael Jackson, known as the “King of Pop,” passed away from a heart attack in 2009 at the age of 50, just weeks before his final tour was set to begin.
Michael Jackson married singer Lisa Marie Presley in 1994, but they divorced two years later. Presley passed away in January 2023 at the age of 54 due to complications from weight loss surgery. The two first met in 1975 when Lisa was just seven years old at a Jackson Five concert in Las Vegas, where her father, Elvis Presley, was also performing.
Their romance didn’t start until about 20 years later, when Lisa Marie was 26 and Michael was 35. They got married shortly after Lisa divorced her first husband, Danny Keough, with whom she had two children.
In her book From Here to the Great Unknown, released on October 8 and finished by her daughter Riley Keough, Lisa Marie Presley shared that Michael Jackson told her he was still a virgin when they got together. He mentioned that he had only kissed Tatum O’Neal and had a non-physical relationship with Brooke Shields. He also said Madonna once tried to hook up with him, but nothing happened. Lisa Marie admitted she was nervous about doing something wrong.
She added that when Michael decided to kiss her for the first time, he took the lead in everything. The physical side of their relationship started quickly, which surprised her because she thought they might wait until marriage. But Michael told her, “I’m not waiting!”
In her memoir, Lisa Marie Presley wrote about how their relationship grew. Michael Jackson told her, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m completely in love with you. I want us to get married and for you to have my children.”
At first, she didn’t know what to say, so she replied, “I’m really flattered, I can’t even talk.” She added that by that time, she had fallen in love with him too.
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My Young Son Disappeared at the Carnival, We Discovered Him the Following Day, Astonished by His Story
Emily is a mother to her adventurous five-year-old son, Harry, and they live quietly with her parents. One Friday, they decided to take Harry to the carnival in town, excited for a day filled with joy. However, the day quickly turned into a nightmare.
As they entered, Harry eagerly asked to go on the carousel. Emily happily agreed, holding his hand tightly. Her parents, who adored Harry, accompanied them, with her dad carrying a stuffed bear he had just won for him.
After enjoying the carousel, Harry rushed over, brimming with energy, and asked for ice cream. Emily smiled and reached into her bag for money. They walked through the carnival, enjoying the sweet smells of popcorn and cotton candy while the joyful sounds of laughter surrounded them.
When they reached the ice cream stand, Harry spotted a clown making balloon animals. Emily kept an eye on him as she ordered his chocolate cone. However, when she turned to give it to him, he was gone. Panic surged within her as she called out his name, but there was no response.
Emily’s heart raced as she called for her parents, and they joined in searching frantically for Harry. They split up, calling his name and asking others if they had seen him. As time passed, the fear deepened.
Emily’s mother suggested they call the police, and they quickly arrived to help. They asked questions about Harry’s appearance and where he was last seen. Officers searched the area, but as night fell, Harry was still missing, and despair filled Emily’s heart. That night, Emily lay awake, haunted by worries about Harry’s safety. The next morning, when they returned to the park to continue searching, Harry appeared, holding a small box.
Emily scooped him up in relief, but Harry calmly said someone took him. When she asked who, he replied: “God”. Confused, Emily questioned what he meant, and Harry explained that this “God” had bought him ice cream and played soccer with him.
As he described this figure, Emily’s heart sank. Harry mentioned a scar shaped like a star on the man’s face, a scar she recognized all too well—Michael’s. Michael was the man she once loved, and he had a similar scar.
Memories flooded back to when she and Michael were inseparable. They fell in love in college, but everything shattered when Emily discovered that her best friend, Lisa, had supposedly slept with him. Heartbroken, she left without telling Michael she was pregnant and claimed she had lost the baby. Emily wondered if she had made a terrible mistake, running from something that might not have been true.
The next day, a knock on the door brought a chill to her spine. Michael stood there, shocked to see her. He asked if Harry was his son and explained that he never cheated; Lisa had set him up and drugged him. Emily’s mind spun with disbelief. Could she have been wrong? Michael’s pain mirrored her own, making her question everything.
Michael pleaded to be part of Harry’s life, expressing regret for the past. Over the following weeks, he spent time with Harry, slowly building a relationship. Emily watched as their bond grew, and her anger began to fade, replaced by hope.
One evening, after Harry went to bed, Emily and Michael sat on the porch, the night air wrapping around them. She admitted that Harry was happy with Michael and wondered if she had been wrong about him.
Michael acknowledged their mistakes but emphasized that they had a chance to create a better future for Harry—and perhaps for themselves. As they talked, Emily felt warmth in her heart, wondering if they could rebuild what they had lost.
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