The weeks passed in a whirlwind of activity for Bella. With graduation on the horizon, the pressure to decide on which university to apply to and what path to follow after high school weighed heavily on her mind.
In the quiet moments, when she retreated to her room, Bella would often find herself gazing at her laptop screen, lost in thought. Her secret writing career continued to flourish, bringing her both joy and a sense of fulfilment, plus the small financial incentive that was accumulating in her newly opened secret bank account, but it was time to confront the looming question of her future.
One evening, as she sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of university brochures and admission forms, Bella's thoughts drifted back to her family's expectations. The pressure to pursue a career in finance or business still hung in the air like an unspoken command.
However, Bella had realized in the wake of her 18th birthday. She could not deny the yearning in her heart, the deep desire to pursue her passion for writing and storytelling. It was a calling that tugged at her soul, and she knew that she couldn't ignore it any longer.
With a newfound determination, Bella began to research universities that offered strong creative writing programs. She sought advice from her trusted confidante, Lily, who had always supported her dreams and ambitions. Together, they explored options and compiled a list of schools that resonated with Bella's aspirations.
As the days turned into weeks, Bella meticulously prepared her application materials, pouring her heart and soul into her personal essays and creative writing samples. She knew that the path she was choosing was different from what her family had envisioned, and it was a choice that filled her with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
One evening, she decided to share her decision with her parents. Gathering her courage, Bella sat down with them in the elegant living room of their mansion, where countless business discussions had taken place over the years.
"Mom, Dad," she began, her voice steady but tinged with nervousness, "I've been giving a lot of thought to my future, and I've made a decision."
Her parents exchanged curious glances before turning their attention to her.
"I want to pursue a degree in creative writing," Bella declared, her gaze unwavering. "I want to apply to universities with strong writing programs and follow my passion for storytelling."
There was a moment of silence as her parents exchanged glances, their expressions hard to read. Then, her father's features darkened, and he slammed his hand on the table, startling everyone in the room.
"Absolutely not!" Richard boomed, his voice filled with anger and authority. "You will not waste your potential on such a frivolous pursuit. You will study business management, just like I did, and that's final."
Bella's heart sank, and she felt a lump form in her throat. The tension in the room was palpable, and the weight of her father's words bore down on her like a heavy burden. She had expected resistance, but the intensity of his opposition was crushing.
Tears welled up in Bella's eyes, but she fought to hold them back. She knew that standing up against her father's fury would be futile. In that moment, she realized that she couldn't defy their wishes, not without risking the wrath of her family and the potential loss of their support.
Swallowing her tears and her pride, Bella nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Alright, Dad. I'll study business management."
It was a concession that tore at her heart, a sacrifice of her own dreams for the sake of family expectations. As the dinner continued, the atmosphere remained tense, and Bella couldn't help but wonder if her aspirations would forever remain unfulfilled, hidden beneath the weight of her family's ambitions.
After the tense and disheartening dinner, Bella retreated to the sanctuary of her room. The weight of her father's fury still hung heavily on her shoulders, and she felt as though her dreams were slipping away.
With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialled Lily's number. Her friend's voice was a welcome comfort as she answered, sensing the distress in Bella's tone.
"Lily," Bella began, her voice shaky, "I just had dinner with my parents, and they're adamant that I study business management. I tried to stand up for what I wanted, but it didn't go well at all."
Lily's voice was filled with empathy and support as she replied, "Bella, I'm so sorry to hear that. But remember, your dreams are important, and you have the right to pursue them. It may be tough now, but it doesn't mean you have to give up on what you truly want."
Tears welled up in Bella's eyes as she listened to Lily's words of encouragement. "Thank you, Lily. Your support means the world to me. I just wish my family could understand."
Lily's tone was resolute as she responded, "Sometimes, Bella, we have to fight for what we believe in, even when it feels like the odds are against us. But maybe for now it is good to go with the flow, let things settle for the moment and see how it goes later."
As Bella hung up the phone after her heart-to-heart conversation with Lily, her heart still ached from the disappointment and heartbreak of her earlier confrontation with her parents. The weight of their expectations continued to bear down on her, casting a shadow over her aspirations.
In the solitude of her room, she found herself reflecting on her dreams of pursuing creative writing. The thought of abandoning her passion was unbearable, and she knew that she couldn't simply let go of the one thing that brought her true happiness.
With a deep breath, Bella resolved to console herself with a secret that had become her lifeline—the world of freelancing and her clandestine writing career. Late in the evening, after her family retired to their own chambers, she would slip into the cocoon of her creativity, where the quiet hours of the night became her canvas.
In the soft glow of her desk lamp, Bella would pour her heart and soul into her writing. Her secret stories flowed from her fingertips, weaving narratives that danced with imagination and emotion. It was a world where she was free to express herself authentically, a world that allowed her to assert her individuality, even if it was hidden from her family's view.
Though her parents remained oblivious to her late-night pursuits, Bella found solace in the knowledge that her secret writing was a testament to her determination and resilience. It was a form of rebellion, a declaration that she would not let her dreams be silenced, even in the face of opposition.
As she sat at her desk, the room around her shrouded in darkness, Bella couldn't help but smile through her heartache. In those stolen hours, she was not just their daughter; she was a writer, a storyteller, and a dreamer who refused to be defined by the expectations of others.
The following morning, at the breakfast table, the atmosphere in the lavish dining room was palpably tense. Bella's father, Richard, sat at the head of the table, his expression stern and unyielding. The weight of the previous night's argument still hung in the air, and Bella could sense that he had not forgotten her desire to pursue creative writing.
As they began to eat, Richard's voice broke the silence, cutting through the subdued atmosphere. "Bella," he began, his tone firm and unwavering, "I expect you to have a list of universities you will apply to on my desk by the end of the week. We will not entertain any further discussions on this matter."
Bella's heart sank as she met her father's gaze. The ultimatum was clear: he had made up his mind, and there was no room for negotiation. Swallowing her disappointment and frustration, she nodded in silence, her voice unable to find the words to express her true feelings.
Her mother, Isabell, remained quiet, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and resignation.
After her father left the breakfast table, leaving the dining room with a sense of finality, Bella's mother, Isabella, remained seated, her gaze fixed on her daughter. The sternness in her eyes hinted at a conversation that was not going to be easy.
Bella, her spirits already dampened by her father's ultimatum, met her mother's gaze with a sense of resignation, anticipating what was to come.
"Bella," her mother began, her voice low and measured, "I want to talk to you about something important."
Bella nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of their family's expectations.
Her mother continued, "You mustn't forget where you come from, your pedigree, and the legacy of our family. We've worked hard to build the success and reputation that we have. It's a privilege and a responsibility that you cannot take lightly."
Bella listened; her expression somber. She understood the pride her family took in their accomplishments, but she also yearned for the chance to forge her own path.
Isabella went on, her tone becoming more assertive. "You've been pampered all your life, sheltered from the hardships of the real world. Writing may be a passing fluke, but it won't provide you with the stability and security that our family's business can offer."
"You need to grow up, Isabella," her mother continued, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "Assume your role in the family legacy. We've always had high hopes for you, and it's time to start living up to those expectations."
Bella's heart sank even further as her mother's words settled in. The weight of her family's legacy and their expectations pressed down on her, making it clear that her own dreams of pursuing creative writing were at odds with the path that had been chosen for her.
After the solemn conversation with her mother, Bella found herself retreating to her room, feeling more isolated and lonelier than ever before. The weight of her family's expectations bore down on her, suffocating her dreams and desires, and she couldn't help but feel like an outsider in her own home.
The loneliness she felt had been a recurring theme throughout her life. Raised by nannies and staff members, her parents had always been preoccupied with their business endeavors and social commitments. Despite living in a grand mansion, Bella had often felt like a solitary figure navigating the vast corridors and empty rooms.
Now, with the added pressure to conform to her family's wishes and assume her predetermined role in their legacy, Bella's sense of isolation deepened. It was as though she was being pushed further away from her own happiness, her own dreams, and her own identity.
In the quiet solitude of her room, Bella couldn't help but reflect on the void that had existed in her life for so long. She longed for genuine connection, for the understanding and support that she had never received from her parents. It was a longing that intensified with each passing day, leaving her feeling adrift and uncertain about her place in the world.
In the weeks that followed her conversation with her parents, Bella reluctantly set aside her dreams of pursuing creative writing and followed her father's directive. She diligently applied to the universities he had approved, her academic records and achievements securing her acceptance into each one.Her family's reaction to her acceptance was one of unabashed pride and jubilation. They celebrated her achievements with a lavish gathering, and Bella found herself surrounded by well-wishers and admirers who marvelled at her academic accomplishments.For the Livingston family, it was a moment of triumph, a confirmation of their lineage's excellence. Bella's acceptance into prestigious universities was a testament to their family legacy, and her parents basked in the glory of their daughter's success.Yet, despite the external celebrations and accolades, Bella couldn't find the happiness she had hoped for. Each acceptance letter, each congratulatory gesture, only served as a reminder of
In the coming days, preparations for the trip to Thasos, Greece, were set into motion. Bella's family, despite their considerable wealth and social standing, did not possess the extravagances that Reid Carter had at his disposal—a private jet and a secluded island in the Mediterranean.As the departure date neared, the Livingston family made their way to the private airfield where Reid's plane was stationed. The sight of the sleek and luxurious aircraft was a testament to the opulence that Bella's father's best friend enjoyed.Bella watched as the ground crew prepared the plane for departure, her thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation and uncertainty. She couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the extravagance of the private jet, even as she grappled with the complexities of the trip.Her mother, Isabella, was dressed elegantly, as always, and her father, Richard, exuded an air of authority and success. They were well-prepared for the journey, with luggage and personal items neatly or
The Livingston family gathered in the opulent dining room of Reid Carter's villa for their first dinner on the private island. The room was adorned with intricate chandeliers, fine china, and crystal glassware, creating an atmosphere of sophistication and elegance.Reid, as the host, led the way, his charismatic presence commanding attention as they took their seats at the ornate dining table. The table was beautifully set, with candlelight casting a soft, romantic glow over the room.As the first course was served, conversation flowed effortlessly. Richard Livingston and Reid Carter delved into discussions about their respective businesses, exchanging insights and ideas. It was clear that their friendship was built on mutual respect and shared interests.Bella's mother, Isabella, seized an opportune moment during the conversation to broach a more personal topic. She leaned in slightly, her gaze focused on Reid, and asked with a knowing smile, "Reid, my dear friend, I can't help but w
The days on the picturesque Greek island unfolded at a blissful pace for the Livingston family, offering a much-needed respite from their demanding lives. With her mother's love for sun tanning, the poolside became her preferred oasis. Bella reclined on a comfortable lounger, a book in hand, and her favourite pair of sunglasses shielding her eyes. The sound of the gentle breeze and the rhythmic lapping of the pool's water created a soothing backdrop. Occasionally, her father would join them, his laptop never far from his side. Despite being on vacation, he couldn't completely detach from his business responsibilities. Bella's preference for the swimming pool over the open sea was a deliberate choice during their vacation on the idyllic island. While her mother enjoyed tanning by the pool, Bella found solace in the crystal-clear waters of their private oasis. The pool was a tranquil haven nestled amidst lush greenery and vibrant flowers. Its shimmering waters beckoned to her, a sanc
‘Fuck!!!’ Reid shouted in his mind, still ridding the high of his orgasm, once he saw Bella withdrawing in a hurry and running, most probably towards her room.He slightly pushed the woman while he removed his condom and disposed of it.‘Oh My God!!! This was amazing!’ the woman moaned, still not moving from the sunbed, looking at him with eyes full of desire.‘You will find your money on the table. It’s time for you to leave.’ Reid told her.Now, as he addressed the brunette, his demeanour was noticeably cold and impersonal. There was an icy detachment in his tone that for a moment frightened her."Can't we stay a little longer? I don't want this to end."Reid regarded her with an almost icy detachment, his features stoic and unyielding."Our time is over. You did your job. Leave!" he slightly raised his voice.As the brunette reluctantly gathered her belongings and left the scene, Reid remained a portrait of aloofness, his emotions hidden behind a mask of indifference. It was a star
Bella lay in her bed, tears staining her pillow as she struggled to make sense of the emotional whirlwind that had consumed her. The shock of witnessing Reid with the mysterious brunette lady by the pool and realising her own feelings had left her feeling shattered, and the confusion in her heart was overwhelming.As the minutes turned into hours, Bella's sobs eventually subsided, and she found herself drifting into a fitful sleep, her dreams haunted by the image of Reid with the other woman. She was restless, filled with tossing and turning as her mind grappled with the unsettling revelation.In the midst of her troubled slumber, Bella was roused by a gentle knock on her bedroom door. She blinked away the remnants of sleep, and her mother's voice, filled with concern, reached her ears."Bella, dear, are you okay? It's time for dinner."Bella, still feeling emotionally raw and fragile, hesitated for a moment before responding."I'm not feeling well, Mom. My...my menstrual cramps are s
The next few days on the island seemed to pass by in a blur for Bella. Reid's presence remained somewhat elusive, as he was either immersed in business matters or engaged in leisure activities with her father, Richard.Bella saw Reid only sporadically during this time, and their interactions were limited to polite exchanges and casual greetings. He appeared preoccupied, his attention divided between important business deals and leisurely pursuits.Some evenings, Bella would catch glimpses of him from afar, engage in intense discussions with her father or challenge him to a game of pool. She couldn't help but admire the ease with which Reid navigated both the corporate and leisure aspects of their stay.While the separation between them provided Bella with some much-needed emotional respite, it also left her with a sense of longing. She found herself yearning for the moments when they had shared conversations or were spending time by the pool while she was swimming and he was working.
After their return from the luxurious vacation, life for Bella resumed its usual course. Her family slipped back into their established routines, their preoccupation with their social and business engagements leaving little room for Bella. It was as if the time spent in Greece had been merely a temporary respite from their usual neglect.Feeling the familiar loneliness settle in, Bella found solace in reconnecting with her best friend, Lily. They met at their favourite café, a cozy spot where they had shared countless conversations and secrets over the years.As they sipped on their lattes, Bella couldn't help but recount some of the events from their vacation. She spoke about the breathtaking views and the lavish villa. Lily listened intently, her playful and supportive nature shining through."So, Bella, what's it like living under the same roof with Mr. Hot? Is he as dreamy up close as he seems from afar?"Bella, caught off guard by the teasing, felt her cheeks flush with embarrass