All Chapters of The thin line between hate and love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

 Belle's Pov: So today was like the other days I woke up tired. Getting ready for work. I work for my father. Handling his business.  My father is a businessman and a mob boss that's why he is so ruthless. He only cares about himself.  So luckily he is usually busy. Our relationship isn't that good. I am actually afraid of him.  I am an only child. Maybe if I had a sibling life would've been better. Or not who knows.  They are many things that I like to change in my life but I can't. Will things get better? Will anything change? These are just two questions from hundred of them inside my head.  I am usually a q

 Belle's POV: I come to my office and here is Dante making his own office comfortable for himself. I see his car next to mine in parking lot he also has a Maserati. His car looks like mine even the fact that they have both two colors.  My car. Such a show. A present for my eighteen years old birthday. A birthday full of gangsters, mobsters, mob bosses and CEOs which I know none. Pretend to be happy Belle. That's what I did that night. There wasn't a single soul that I know. My aunt helped my dad with my birthday.  They wanted to show the world how much they love me and care for me. That my father is a great single parent. That he cares about me. Such a night such a show. He acted so well that even I was about to believe him. When I entered there was no Lia weird. I was doing my job not botheri

Belle's POV:I open my eyes in a hospital room. It is so bright god. What the hell? He brought me to the hospital? I can't even die on my own will. "You are awake." Dante says. He is sitting on the chair beside my bed."You are here. What time is it?" I ask."Five in the afternoon." He says."Thanks for staying here with me and sorry to bother you." I say."It's ok." He replies."But I was f-fine." I say. "I know I just wanted to make sure." He says."You didn't have to. Next time that you see me in that condition please just leave me to die or whatever." I reply."How old are you?" He asks."Twenty two." I reply."Then act like one. Skipping meals and not going to doctors or not taking vitamins it's exactly what a two years old would do." He says."What are you talking about?" I ask."The doctor announces that you need to take vitamins and eat your food properly. He said you hadn't had any proper food for five days. So childish right? I won't eat till I get my share back. I will ha