⛓️BellaV2⛓️

Okay. Pause. Bestie stop what you're doing because I need answers.
          
          Since WHEN did Mafia Boss’s Bad Boy wake up one day and decide to pull 257k views and 10k votes like it pays rent? Since WHEN did this book deserve that kind of audacity? I leave it alone for months and it comes back acting like a bestseller with a publicist.
          
          Who authorized this? Who told y’all to do this? And more importantly, WHY DID NOBODY WARN ME?
          
          I opened my wattpad expecting crumbs. I got a full five-course meal, dessert, and leftovers for tomorrow. I genuinely stared at my screen like, “No. This must be a typo. Maybe I accidentally refreshed too hard.”
          
          The book: "It's real, bitch. Open your fucking eyes! Gosh. Useless."
          
          .... T~T
          
          But seriously, thank you. All of you. Every single view, every vote, every comment, every unhinged message that makes me laugh at 2 a.m. Your support is insane, your enthusiasm is ridiculous, and your comments have me giggling, screaming, and kicking my feet like I’m the one in a romance novel.
          
          I love you all so much. I love your support. I love your comments. I love your votes. I love the chaos. I love the fact that you saw this book and said, “Yes. This one. Let’s traumatize the author with success.” Thank you for reading. Thank you for hyping it up. Thank you for making me freak out in the best possible way.
          
          Now excuse me while I go stare at those numbers again just to make sure I’m not hallucinating. ♥️
          
          
          
          -Your unhinged author
          Bella

Hii,
          
          I read your message late and I am extremely sorry you had to go through that.
          I don't know how a panic attack feels but I do know the feeling of feeling like you're u valued by friends or are a second choice in their lives and that has left me feeling anxious and paranoid in most situations and left me constantly second guessing myself.
          But just no you are nowhere near dramatic in any way and if those friends won't help there is no point in staying then loathing your own decision but know you are never alone no matter if it really does feel like it<3<3

Okay Bella... first of all I hope you're  okayy... and you... you're doing better and I feel like I'm doing something really bad... cause umm...I had a ... umm idea... you could use... uhh
          .. but I feel bad cause you've gone through so much these days and uh yeah so I'm...really really...sorry...I just... liked a insta reel and uh I got a fan fic idea from it... and uh just let me know if you'd like to hear it... and uh I'm sorry cause I'm making you real a story and not letting you rest ... so really...really sorry..

@RoadToMiroh Hey Author.come here.I’m really sorry you had to go through all of that. Being abandoned, overlooked, and made to feel not enough , leaves scars that don’t just disappear with time. The fact that it came back again—same pattern, same hurt. Anyone in your place would feel shattered. You’re not weak for that. You’re human.
          
          What you described about the panic attacks.. that part especially hurts my heart to read. Two days of nonstop fear, pain, breathlessness—that’s not overreacting,  that’s your mind and body screaming because they’ve been pushed too far. And still, you survived those days.That matters.
          
          And that Luffy moment? Yeah. I get why it hit so deep. “Of course I will.” No conditions. No hesitation. No questioning your worth. Just presence. Just choosing you. Wanting that doesn’t make you naive—it means you have a good heart that knows what real care looks like.
          
          I’m really proud of you for realizing “I matter too.” That’s not a small realization. That’s a turning point. Letting go of people who don’t try, who don’t care, who make you gaslight yourself into staying—that’s not selfish. That’s self-respect. And you deserve that, completely.
          
          And hey… I’m really glad you’re here. I’m really glad you shared this. You’re not alone in this moment, even if it feels that way sometimes. Rest gently. Be kind to yourself. You’ve been fighting more than anyone can see 
          
          Always here for you, bestie. Of course I will.
          Love you Bella

Hi. Hey again, bestie!
          
          I've got a.... Slight life update.
          
          I started re-watching the One Piece live action, because apparently I enjoy emotional damage with snacks. And listen, this show hits DIFFERENT now. Especially that scene. You know the one. When Nami finally breaks and asks Luffy for help.
          And Luffy, with zero hesitation, zero questions, zero PowerPoint presentation, just goes: “Of course, I will.” Three times.
          
          And that’s when it hit me like a truck.
          I will never have a friendship like that in my life.
          
          I’ve been disappointed before. Abandoned before. I spent years thinking I wasn’t worthy of real friends, convinced myself that my ex-best friends ignoring me was somehow all my fault (plot twist: it wasn’t). Negative thoughts absolutely cooked me back then. Michelin-starred destruction. That was two years ago.
          
          And now? History said, "Round two, bitch. I want to ruin you."
          
          Because just when I thought I finally found friends who genuinely cared, surprise! Wrong again. Same pattern. Lack of concern. Lack of effort. Lack of the bare minimum friendship DLC. And boom. Disappointment unlocked. Again. Friendship RUINED me again. Just like before.
          
          When I said panic attacks are the worst in one of the chapters, i literally meant that. Because I have been having them for two fucking days. Nonstop. I'm not even joking. It even followed me into my dreams. It was so fucking painful. I couldn't breathe, couldn't sleep well, nor eat well. That's how bad I was doing these past two days. 
          
          So yeah. Watching Luffy say “Of course I will.” broke something in me and fixed something else at the same time.
          Because I realized something important:
          I matter too.
          
          And if I have to let go of people who don’t care, or don’t even try, then so be it. I’m done gaslighting myself into staying where I’m not valued. And you, my dear bestie, shouldn't too. ;) 
          
          Anyway. Thanks, One Piece, for emotionally uppercutting me out of nowhere. Very cool. Very illegal.
          
          Your asshole author,
          -Bella ;) 

i entered ur discord realm

do u hv backup? if not do it for ur other books iSTG THAT BITCH ASS HOE OF A WATTPAD

Hey besties, (I should start calling you that from now on. ;)) 
          
          I know I vanished for two days. No updates. No life signs. Just poof. That’s because I’ve been busy dealing with my own shit, having a mild-to-moderate existential crisis, and apparently unknowingly participating in a Wattpad-sponsored Hunger Games.
          
          While I was offline trying to keep my sanity intact, Wattpad decided to spice things up by yeeting three of my books out of existence. Gone. Deleted. Evaporated. Not in drafts. Not in private. Not hiding in some dusty corner. I searched everywhere. I retraced my steps like a detective in a low-budget crime show. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
          
          The books are:
          Professor, Pay Attention
          He Took My Hurt And Called It Love
          Minho Is Mine
          
          I didn’t even realize they were missing until some of you asked me about them, and that’s when my soul left my body. I am currently speechless, confused, offended, and very close to fighting an app with my bare hands. Because how do you just delete THREE books?? Like?? Sir?? Ma’am?? What was the reason?? 
          
          Wait... That reminded me...
          
          "WHAT WAS THE REASON, BITCH?" - Cardi B
          
          Anyway, yeah. I’m crashing out. Mentally buffering. Emotionally blue-screened. Trying to process the loss of my children who were stolen in broad daylight.
          
          Thank you for being patient, thank you for telling me something was wrong before I gaslit myself into thinking I imagined writing them, and thank you for sticking around while I scream quietly into the void. I’ll update you once I figure out whether those books are recoverable or if I need to start a villain arc.
          
          Love y’all. Barely surviving, but still here.
          
          
          
          Your bestie, currently in shambles, 
          -Bella
          
          

storoies from the genre u like and 6 of them recommended were ur books lol

What happened to he took my hurt and called it love ?