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...𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙮...

...𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨...

Life is A roller-coaster that never stops moving.

The taste of Life for me whilst growing up has always defined The word salty.

It has always been a never-ending roller-coaster that I was forced in

Tears will never help the fact that it's always been salty and will always be salty.

First as far as I can remember. I had a loving family… A loving dad… A loving mom… And a loving brother.

I was always happy back then without an ounce of stress.

My mom would tie my hair to two cute ponytails and dress me up to a long Wavy pink dress.

I would go on fun trips with my family everyday on Saturdays. We'd go to the zoo..Watch movies..Go to themeparks..Eat out at restaurants and go to karaoke.

the holidays were much more fun because we'd go out the country on holiday . I got to see the ocean , I got to see different cultures and experience new feelings.

My brother would play hide and seek with me all day long . we'd play dolls and with cars .

I'd eat the most delicious warm foods ever, and I was never dreading in hunger.

I lived in a very big house and lived a spotlight life with so much luxury and cars.

That was until…

Until...

18 October 2038...

23:47

I still remember that day because it left irreparable scars deep in my soul.

I will never forget that date and time

AND I will never forget their screams echoing in my ears. I will never forget their faces covered in a dark crimson liquid that cascaded down to the floor like a waterfall.

When my eyes are open. The memories come attacking me with sharp newly filed spears.

When I squeeze my eyes shut - the memories attack me harder with sworn daggers.

not only did I lose my entire family that day . I lost myself and I have never been the same ever since that day .

I was a little 6 year old who had hopes of starting elementary school with my parents both by my side but I guess that will happen in another lifetime because on that day . I knew

I knew

That nothing will be the same ever again.

I will never be that cheerful little girl ever again.

I stared down at their lifeless lives trying to make up what just happened. We were celebrating my 6th birthday happily when all hell broke loose.

Screams of people echoed through my head as they ran whilst panicking.

I felt two arms under my little armpits pick me up.

I looked at my brother who looked like he was set in another trance. A petrifying look.

Then loud thuds echoed throughout the garden

two men wearing all black shot guns across the garden.

" PAPA ! " I yelled

another thud echoed throughout the room

" Mama ! " I yelled again

my yelling couldn't stop their deceasing as they collapsed without life to the steep floor.

Their crimson red blood flowed with a rhythm on the floor as their piercing dark onyx eyes stared at me with vengeance.

My brother tried to close my dark onyx eyes, but it was too late. I witnessed their vengeful demise.

" Belle. Shit" he muttered as he began running.

He hid me in the house's safe house.

" Please don't leave me here. I'm scared" I sobbed, but it seemed as if he didn't hear me.

He locked the safe house as he ran out.

After a while he hadn't returned.

I heard a few gunshots echo as I heard his scream and I flinched as I tried to close my little ears.

I don't know how long I had been in there, but I let the darkness consume me.

I woke up the next morning as I saw my uncle come into the safe house.

I didn't like him at all at first glance.

He looked ugly and violent. Like an unpleasant person to be nearby.

He passed disgusted looks at me as he picked me up.

As I was on his soft chest he whispered in my ear :

The words that I will never ever forget.

" Why didn't you die along with them. ****"

Those words sent me trembling. That was just the bare minimum of the crazy shit he'd do to me.

That day I moved to France - my mom's home country.

My uncles house reeked of drugs which hurt my lungs whenever I took in the breath of an eerie disaster.

" Hi ! I am Belle" smiled at Lilly,, but she just gave me snarky glares.

Lilly is at my age, but we don't get along AT.ALL.

Aunt Janine was so mean. Her and uncle William were meant for each otHer. Lilly was meant to be their daughter.

I don't get why they didn't just abandon me or send me off to an orphanage because they made it clear that they hated me and my sloppy presence.

I had to endure their horrible abuse every day. Every day, I went to school, I went to school with new formed scars.

I was seen as a pest.

every time they ate nutritional food, I ate the moldy bread that sat on the cupboard for months.

I even began losing so much weight and hair.

I am surprised that I made it past 18 because I was treated in the worst ways possible.

As the years passed, the abuse got more.

Any abuse that you could think of, I got it.

But I still kept my precious little loving soul because I still believe that one day I might be needed.

I still don't get why mama and uncle William are so different.

Mama was loving and patient. Her biggest fear was hurting someone unintentionally. She never hurt anyone and stepped down as Donna just not to hurt anyone. Papa was the opposite of mom, but he never hurt his family and loved it to death-Papa had to take the throne as the Don of the French mafia until Uncle William took over the french mafia after their death.

It hurts how greed can wash over anyone.

Uncle William is so abusive towards me but never to aunt Janine and Lilly.

I envy Lilly so much because she's got people who love her so much to the point where they wouldn't even mind eating her shit for her just for a month.

Unprepared for the day. I got up ready to get to work. The first time I'd be working for The enterprise that I have always wanted to work for as a design executive.

Designing has always been what I was good at, and I used it to get myself a job.

it was hard getting the Job as I had no experience or degree for it but after they saw my designs. I got made exec

When I was 18,uncle William and aunt Janine had kicked me out of their house because I was apparently taking up their space.I later moved to NYC with my savings to start a new life far off from all the abuse

I got myself ready for my first time at Black enterprises

𝙃𝙚𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 💗

𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. :)

𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛. 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠

I don't write smut because it's just weird so if you were expecting smut then you're not getting it in this book.

This book focuses on mental health awareness, abuse awareness and acts that may be triggering.

Foul language is used.

I do not support any of the actions that the characters have done that may be triggering.

Guidelines may be updated over time.

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I walked with sky-high confidence into my office.

I was 21,, yet I was the design executive for one of the biggest company in the world.

Black industries.

It didn't matter to me that I looked so out of place with my 3-year-old attire.

what mattered was that I had alot of power for someone without a degree.

I set up my table ready to start my first day as a fashion design executive.

Designing clothes had always been my greatest talent .

when I designed- I could forget that my family hated me and abused me alot .

designing made me forget this world and forget about all my miseries .

the first design I had ever made was when I was 4.

mama would always have a sketchpad and a pencil in her hand . she loved drawing.

one day whilst mama was cooking, I opened her sketchpad and there on the sketchpad was the most beautiful designs ever .

" mama . The dress is so beautiful. can I make one too ? " I asked my mom who was cooking.

" yes Belle you can and I am sure that your dress design will be better " she encouraged me.

those words had motivated me so much when I designed.

" mama , Can I design a dress on your drawing book " I asked her as my eyes glistened like diamonds.

" Ofcourse Belle " mama said .

I took the sketchpad and pencil that was on the island table.

I opened a blank sheet as I began designing a dress . I was designing the dress for mama .

after designing the dress I went up to mama .

I showed her the dress " mama , I designed this for you " I smiled at her and her eyes glistened so much .

her face carried so many emotions.

" Aw Belle...This is so beautiful. you are so talented " mama praised me .

she later got that dress made and wore it for the yearly mafia ball .

many people praised her and she'd always include that I designed it for her.

mama was the best mother ever . she was so loving and encouraging .

I wiped the tears off my face with my hands as I remembered that memory .

years later here I was working for the biggest industrial company in the world . all thanks to mama .

I clicked a few times on my laptop and saw that there was a meeting up and due in a few minutes.

I grabbed a cup of coffee and went towards the conference room .

the men and women all looked equally intimidating with their fancy clothing.

I took a seat as I waited for the boss.

I didn't know who he was but I'd often hear from people that he is very ruthless and cold .

someone who you didn't want to mess around with at all .

my colleagues chatted whilst we waited for Mr Karusso.

the room unexpectedly went cold and silent as a man in his early 20s like me walked in with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a huge joint in his lips .

his hair was a unique ashy black and his eyes were a beautiful light shade of ice blue but seemed to look grey .

he looked so devilishly handsome with his natural tanned skin . he looked so well toned and built .

he looked so beautiful yet looked like he would murder anyone for just glancing at him .

he looked so evil .

his ice gaze turned to me as he sat at the head of the table .

I quickly averted my gaze as I feard for my life .

my colleagues all stood up as I imitated their action . I didn't want to get on his wrong side .

he nodded his head as he sipped his whiskey. His ice gaze never leaving me .

" today we have a new exec right there . Mind to introduce yourself ? " he asked as I stood up.

" I am Evaintebelle Rose Salvatore . I am the new executive for the fashion design department " I politely said.

" you look too young to be a executive. how old are you ? " a old man with a receded hairline asked me while passing me uncomfortable looks . He looked like a thirsty old hag .

" 21 " I said as everyone looked at me in confusion.

" that's young " a middle aged dark skinned sighed .

" Age doesn't define talent " the devilishly handsome man on the head of the table said without any emotion.

I quickly sat down as the other executives talked about their plans . I listened attentively but his gaze never left me .

I looked up to look at him and he didn't bother himself to look away .

" For the workers new outfits . I was planning that they wear something 19s themed " I said as the other executives burst out laughing.

" let out one more chuckle then you will be chuckling at yourself for the rest of your life " he coldly said as my colleagues shut themselves up and stopped laughing in fear .

" Why do you say so ? " he coldly asked seemingly unfazed .

" it is a unique idea and customers will be having A more olden day experience plus people born in the 19s will be more likely be attracted to the restaurant " I reasoned as everyone looked at me as if I was very smart .

" someone without a degree is seemingly smarter than old people with degrees " He grinned.

" Welcome Ms Salvatore. I am Mr Karusso " He said as he gulped his last Sip of whiskey .

Mr Karusso put his glass on the table as he walked out the conference room .

as he passed me , I took in his oak scent that sent me to another dimension.

my colleagues looked at me in astonishment .

a dark skinned lady who didn't look much older than me walked up to me and said " Mr Karusso has never welcomed anyone so politely and has never defended anyone before . I think that you interest his lifeless heart " she said with a smile .

" and the way he stared at you . And usually he is bored and shows no interest in any meetings but today he showed interest " she continued .

I didn't expect any of her words . Usually men never looked twice my direction because according to Aunt Janine , I was fat , ugly and too normal looking .

" and why would he stare at me ." I asked the dark skinned lady

" You look so beautiful,, and You remind me of my best friend "the dark skinned lady said. "I am Liana Blackheath "e held out her hand to me.

I shook her hand ready for the new friendship that might blossom between me and her.

I have never honestly had a friend before. My only friend has always been God.

The closest thing to a human friend was a fake friend and ever since her, I haven't been friends with anyone ever again.

She'd ridicule me all The time and I later found out that she was Lilly's apprentice sent to betray and crush me.

But Liana seemed like a very nice person. She did have a mean looking face, but she looked so pretty and nice at the same time.

nice people in this world are rare gems.