on the horizon, the pressure to decide on which university to apply t

Her secret writing career continued to flourish, bringing her both joy and a sense of fulfilment, plus the small financial incent

mission forms, Bella's thoughts drifted back to her family's expectations. The pressure

ing in her heart, the deep desire to pursue her passion for writing and storytelling. It w

ograms. She sought advice from her trusted confidante, Lily, who had always supported her dreams and ambiti

into her personal essays and creative writing samples. She knew that the path she was choosing was different fr

her courage, Bella sat down with them in the elegant living room of their m

ed with nervousness, "I've been giving a lot of

ious glances before turni

d, her gaze unwavering. "I want to apply to universities with

ir expressions hard to read. Then, her father's features darkened,

ority. "You will not waste your potential on such a frivolous pursuit.

was palpable, and the weight of her father's words bore down on her like a heavy b

ainst her father's fury would be futile. In that moment, she realized that she couldn't defy th

odded, her voice barely above a whisper. "A

tations. As the dinner continued, the atmosphere remained tense, and Bella couldn't help but wonder if

uary of her room. The weight of her father's fury still hung heavily o

d Lily's number. Her friend's voice was a welcome comfor

parents, and they're adamant that I study business management. I

hear that. But remember, your dreams are important, and you have the right to pursue th

words of encouragement. "Thank you, Lily. Your support mea

we believe in, even when it feels like the odds are against us. But maybe for now it i

ed from the disappointment and heartbreak of her earlier confrontation with her parents. The we

creative writing. The thought of abandoning her passion was unbearable, and she kn

freelancing and her clandestine writing career. Late in the evening, after her family retired to their own cha

er fingertips, weaving narratives that danced with imagination and emotion. It was a world where she was free to express

ge that her secret writing was a testament to her determination and resilience. It was a form of re

ile through her heartache. In those stolen hours, she was not just their daughter; she was a

ather, Richard, sat at the head of the table, his expression stern and unyielding. The weight of the previous night's

a," he began, his tone firm and unwavering, "I expect you to have a list of universities you will appl

is mind, and there was no room for negotiation. Swallowing her disappointment and frustrat

iet, her eyes filled with a mixt

finality, Bella's mother, Isabella, remained seated, her gaze fixed on her daughter

r's ultimatum, met her mother's gaze with a sens

e low and measured, "I want to talk

eavy with the weight of t

the legacy of our family. We've worked hard to build the success and reputation

the pride her family took in their accomplishments, bu

sheltered from the hardships of the real world. Writing may be a passing fluke, but it

a sense of urgency. "Assume your role in the family legacy. We've always ha

ly's legacy and their expectations pressed down on her, making it clear that her own dre

ore isolated and lonelier than ever before. The weight of her family's expectations bore down on her

her parents had always been preoccupied with their business endeavors and social commitments. Despite living

ined role in their legacy, Bella's sense of isolation deepened. It was as though she wa

She longed for genuine connection, for the understanding and support that she had never received from her parents. It was