Novel & Cerita I Wish I Could Be The Perfect Daughter

Pain and anger had taken over me. “You didn't have to fail, Mom. I make my own choices, so if you're not in the right position to make the right choices, then I'll make them for you. Stop being crazy,” she said to me with surprising coldness. I threw the wooden vase I was using to aspire to the floor and fell to the ground, tired and completely shattered. "No, my daughter. You are not doing this for my good or the good of anyone other than yourself. You've idealized that you have to have the standard perfect family, but at what cost, Amber? At the cost of my unhappiness? This is what you want? That I stay by your father's side and continue to be abused and humiliated by him as I have been al

he tried to soothe me, but I pushed his hands off. I knew it was just as hard on him as it was for me, but I couldn't resist the rage within me. “You don't get it,” I blasted, “I am an only child. The only daughter. The heiress to the entire Irving company. My parents need a grandchild, they need an heir. Anyone. My parents have given me everything I could possibly ask for, and the one thing they demand from me, I can't give it to them. Why can't I have my own children? Why can't I be a mother? I want children of mine.”

“You can’t see fucking the bars, but they’re there. I’ve spent my entire life being trained,taught how to be the perfect daughter, and most importantly, the perfect wife. Like some damn doll in a glass box.” I chuckled bitterly. “I wasn’t allowed to go out. Every day was just another lesson on how to walk, talk, smile… how to be desirable. My father’s a dirty man, and his only mission in life has been grooming me to marry one of his powerful allies.” “With a beauty like yours, I’m sure you have plenty suitors,” Nik said, a cold shift in his voice. “I do,” I admitted with a bitter smile. “But none I want. I don’t want that life. And I sure as hell don’t want to go back home only to be handed

“Well, the people pleasing girl got sick of everything too and decided to choose herself for the first time.” Zade snorts.“Tell me, how many times did you rehearse everything you said in your bedroom?” I laugh. “I didn’t rehearse shit! What do you take me for, huh?” “Aren’t you supposed to be the perfect daughter? The one who never talks back, just nods and does whatever they say. Don’t tell me this new you comes from learning from me.” I lean back on the couch. “I must be doing everything wrong if you think I am learning from you. Have I ruined my life yet?” I retort.

Knightly busy for a few minutes, but I somehow think that she might not even set her foot through that door. To say that this family is not messed up would be a complete understatement. I know now what that sadness in her eyes used to be. If I were under so much pressure to be the perfect daughter, I would also wear more of a frown than a happy look on my face. I am going to take her away from the madness once she has woken up, as soon as she is ready to leave that chapter of her life behind.

No matter how good I was, I wasn't good enough for the people I loved. I was the perfect daughter... Perfect grades Well mannered Obedient I was perfect but not the favorite one or most loved. As dad never saw any perfection, busy gushing over his little Iris. I was the perfect daughter. But Iris, she was his princess. No matter how much she defied him, he always loved her. I was perfect but not the one whom he pecked on the forehead. I was perfect but not the one, he sat on his lap and would read stories.

You don’t know how much I hate Valerie , the hate in my lungs are running deep and I hate her so much . Why dose she have to be so percent , I have tried , I tried and tried and tried to g be the perfect daughter to my parents . I tried to be Intelligent so that my parents could finally see and I was picking up but once I was at the verge of, there she was , she came and stole everything away from me and I have to love unders her shadow alibis years . For fuck sake , I am the eldest daughter and I am the one that is supposed to be accorded with all the respect in this world , I worked so hard for this and trust me , I don’t deserve this , I don’t deserve this not for anyone .

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam

Besides, she's going to be your sister-in-law and will be part of our family" "Oh Mom please, Evans deserves to be with the person he loves not a psycho you picked up from a hardware store" "Madison is a well mannered and brought up girl. She's the ideal wife your brother has been searching for all this years" "Ideal indeed"she said ironically "Natasha?" "Yes Mom" "You know that Evans is the only brother you have and as well my son. I've wanted the best for you too and now it's your turn to do the same. Let him feel special and appreciate his wife only for a day. Please,I'm begging you"

Every time, I had chosen to forgive, to understand, to doubt myself. And every time, she was secretly gloating, pushing the boundaries further. "I was so stupid!" Tears I could no longer hold back streamed down my face. "What kind of fool was I?" "It wasn't just her." My mother's voice grew colder. "Your father, the Don, wasn't he manipulated just as easily? Or perhaps... the rest of the Moretti family allowed themselves to be manipulated." Her words struck the most painful chord in my heart. "Did they... did they ever love me?" my voice was barely a whisper. "Even a little?"