BELLAGIBS: QUEEN OF SPACE & SCARS 👑🚀

They told me love was the ultimate gravity—inescapable and consuming. They were wrong. I changed the rules of the game.

I’m BellaGibs, but what you’ll remember is the woman who **created palaces in the void while carrying a black hole in her heart. 💔 I build habitats in the stars—luxury domes on Mars, penthouses in zero-G. Because Earth? Earth was too small for my dreams and too cruel for my love. **

Let me tell you about the three times I crashed harder than my first rocket launch:

1. The Astronaut 🚀: He promised me the moon. I gave him my orbit. And then I found his messages to another mission specialist. An alternate meaning to ‘I need some space’, I discovered.
2. The Investor 💸: Luxury suits, private jets and a prenup longer than my SpaceX contract. He wanted a trophy wife, not a woman who calculates the air/oxygen levels when she sleeps. I left him—taking his best architect with me. 😈
3. The Competitor ⚡: Another designer. Our passion was as explosive as rocket fuel. We burnt bright until he took my plans and trust. Now? I bury competitors like a satellite without a home.

Why follow me? Because I’m not just mapping my survival in the cosmos. I’m dominating it. My content? A combination of steel, sweat, and seduction. I’ll show you how to:
- Conquer a male-dominated industry (and laugh when they call you ‘too emotional’).
- Convert heartbreak into hydrogen fuel (and rage is the best propellant in the propulsion system).
- Build a legacy that outlasts any man’s promise.

Warning: I don’t do humble. My ego is as centred as a lunar landing. But darling, if someone has ever told you that you are ‘too much’? Welcome home. 🌌