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Isabella Swanson's dreams of attending Yanda University lie in ruins, shattered by her father's cold ambition and the weight of family expectations. As she grapples with the painful truth that her father, a revered professor, manipulated the admissions process to favor another student, the betrayal cuts deep. How can she reconcile her father's lofty ideals with the reality of his actions?
Determined to break free from the suffocating grip of her family's reputation, Isabella finds herself at a crossroads. With dreams deferred and debts piling up, she forges a new path, filled with relentless work and self-reliance. Yet, as she attempts to carve her own identity, the shadows of her family's influence loom large. Can she truly escape the legacy of a father who seems more invested in public image than parental love?
As tensions rise and old wounds reopen, Isabella must confront not only her family's expectations but also her own sense of worth. Will she find a way to reclaim her dreams, or will she be forever haunted by the choices made in the name of family loyalty? In this gripping tale of ambition and betrayal, the battle for self-identity rages on, and the stakes have never been higher.
My Own Father Destroyed My Dream of Getting into Top UniversitChapter 1
At the banquet celebrating the student my father sponsored getting into a prestigious graduate program, my aunt drank too much and let the truth slip.
"It's all because Professor Swanson is capable," she slurred, her voice carrying across the table. "Charlotte was short by nine points, and he still found a way to get her into Yanda University."
I froze, certain my aunt was joking.
"Auntie, my dad is a man of integrity. When I was short by a single point, he refused to pull any strings for me. How could he possibly break the rules for someone else? Charlotte must have gotten in on her own merit."
My disbelief only agitated her more. She shook off her daughter's desperate grip on her sleeve.
"How is it not true? Charlotte scored a 679. Nine points below the cutoff for the math department. Professor Swanson even declared he'd take Charlotte on as his personal graduate student." Her eyes narrowed at me. "Aren't you Professor Swanson's daughter? Why didn't *you* go to Yanda?"
My head turned slowly toward my parents.