Dynasty's life begins with a lot of promise when she’s young, but it all changes suddenly when tragedy strikes—her parents are gone. She ends up living with Beverly Catchings, a bitter woman who desires revenge. Growing up with Beverly, who has a twisted view of men, Dynasty starts to lose her trust in them. Beverly fills Dynasty's mind with anger, especially towards a man named Sheppard Choi, whom she blames for their suffering and her time in the hospital. Under Beverly's influence, Dynasty decides to take revenge on Mr. Choi. Yet, when she finally meets him, he turns out to be very different from what she had imagined. As she learns more about him, she questions everything she’s been told. Was Beverly being honest about her own past and even about what happened to Dynasty's parents? This realization sends Dynasty on a journey of self-discovery as she faces deep themes of loss, betrayal, and the potential for love. She struggles to break free from the pain of her past while trying to figure out who her true enemies are and who she can really trust.
View More**Left for Dead**
My relationship with my Boss developed when I was very young. It has become a deeply intertwined partnership fortified over the years by numerous shared experiences and secrets, highlighting the exceptional camaraderie we’ve built through time and trust. Over our years together, we have navigated challenges and celebrated triumphs, creating a unique connection that stands apart from typical employer- employee dynamics.
I find myself smiling, anticipating the engaging conversation that lies ahead. The thrill of discussing new projects, brainstorming creative solutions, staying up late into the night, or simply catching up on our lives fills me with energy. Each time I hear that unmistakable ringtone signaling a call from my Boss, a familiar rush of warmth envelops me, igniting a sense of excitement.
"Yes, Boss, how may I assist you today?"
"Please come over here as quickly as you can. The moment we've eagerly anticipated is finally here. It's time to embark on the journey we've dreamed about for so long."
"Do you truly think I’m prepared for this?"
"Without a doubt! I have complete confidence in you as a woman. However, we shouldn’t have this discussion at the office. Unusual events have been troubling lately."
"Are you still worried about that irate client who burst in last month? I promise I reported him to the police and even secured a restraining order against him."
"I’m aware of that, but it’s still vital to exercise caution."
"I need you to stop by my house. Can you come over today? I have something urgent and vital I need to tell you."
"Uhm, I want to come, but I have a crucial meeting to attend. Can it wait until tomorrow? I promise I'll come first thing tomorrow evening."
"Alright, don't be late. I need to give you something. I have been holding onto this for quite some time, and it is a matter we can’t do over the phone."
After hanging up with my Boss, I was filled with curiosity all day. I attended the meeting with the IT department. IT showcased the idea for freshly updated photos with new backgrounds for our matchmaking server.
When I came to work the next day, things were hectic. That evening, I needed to give my review of the updates and submit improvements to be made. So I met again with IT and the staff. An hour into the meeting, things still hadn't been resolved to my standards. I glanced at the clock and felt a jolt of panic.
"Oh no! I'm late!" I exclaimed, looking around the conference room. "Angela, please wrap up what I’ve started here. You can answer any questions they might have. I must attend a meeting with our Boss."
I hurried over to my Boss's home with a burst of urgency. I couldn't wait to hear what was so important that it had to be discussed face to face.
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Upon entering the house, an overwhelming odor assaulted my senses.
"What on earth is that smell?" I muttered, frowning as I dropped my keys into my coat pocket and stepped further into the opulent foyer.
"Hello! It’s me! Is anyone home?" I called out, but my echoed voice met only silence. "What’s that awful stench?" I edged through the expansive living room. I smiled as I recalled fond memories of all the fabulous parties held here in this room. Glancing past the polished dining room and into the large stainless steel kitchen, hoping to find someone there.
The faint, foul metallic odor lingered in the air, sharp and unsettling. A suit jacket lay carelessly draped over the sleek sofa. 'Whose jacket is that?' I wondered, my curiosity piqued. High-heeled shoes littered the path leading to the main bedroom, and I couldn't help but think, 'When did this house become so untidy?'
“Did guest come and stay last night?” At first, the thought disturbed me. Could my Boss be seeing someone? And I don't know about it. I had been under the impression that business was the only interest, and it came first, besides mentoring and training me, for many years. I was often told that I was the blessing that sparked life into the heart of my Boss. I felt a thrilling sense of possibility about my future role. These significant words left an impressionable girl appreciative and yet yearning for more.
My Boss is someone I admire, the only person I genuinely trust. I am immensely grateful for all the kindness and time spent on my behalf. I've been trained to follow in my mentor's footsteps, yet I often questioned whether I could be half as good.
I entered the kitchen, believing the noxious smell might be from spoiled food. However, the scent didn't match anything I recognized as rotting food, and the kitchen appeared spotless and lonely. Next, I ventured to the home office, but it, too, was devoid of life. It is strange; it seems like with talk not too long ago. But the house appears to be barren. Anxiety began to creep in; this was so unusual.
I decided to ascend the staircase that led to the main suite. The stench grew stronger as I approached the upstairs hallway, a thick, unsettling presence hanging in the air. This house has always been well maintained and pristine from top to bottom. The servants have done an impeccable job of keeping this large house spotless. There was no way this vile odor could stem from neglect. This smell was unlike anything I had ever encountered, and I've been here many times.
Moving cautiously down the hallway towards the bedroom, I noticed the door was ajar.
“Hello, it’s me, Dynasty! Are you in there? Sorry for being late.” I called softly, inching closer to the door. When silence greeted me once more, unease bubbled within.
What if the initial thought of a guest sleeping over was correct? I didn’t want to think about that, yet I have no right to intrude on a private moment. But why would I be told to come over here if that's the case? So I knocked again, this time with a firmer hand. Yet, curiosity urged me to peek through the narrow crack in the door.
I gasped.
My nostrils filled with the metallic odor. What I smelled was blood! It overwhelmed my nostrils, churning my stomach and causing me to gag at what I saw. My heart raced as my eyes followed the dark red liquid stains that filled the cracks in the marble floor.
Instantly, fear gripped me. I cautiously push the door open wider, calling out.
"Beverly! Where are you? Please answer me! Where are you?!" I said as I slowly entered the large, disheveled room. My eyes landed on a pair of feet on the floor at the foot of the bed.
I screamed! "Beverly!"
I rushed to her side. My eyes burned with tears as my heart filled up with fear. I was shocked to see her lying there on the floor. Drenched in blood and partially dressed, her unconscious body rested in a pool of blood.
Panic surged through me like a tidal wave, crashing over my senses as I collapsed beside her, tears spilling unchecked down my cheeks. I shook her gently, urgency clawing at my chest, calling out her name in a frantic plea to rouse her from the depths of darkness. But her eyes remained sealed shut, once so vibrant, her lips pale and motionless. Cradling her lifeless form in my arms, I screamed, “Oh my God! Who did this to you? Please don’t leave me! Don’t leave me.”
A whirlwind of memories—a tapestry woven over nearly two decades—flashed before my eyes, each moment tinged with disbelief. How could this be real?
“Oh my God! Someone help me!” I cried, my voice cracking under the weight of despair. My hands, slick and trembling with blood, hovered over her still body as tears streamed down my face, pooling like a river of sorrow. Then, I noticed something glinting in her hand, a tiny beacon of hope amidst the tragedy. I pried her fingers open, and there it was—the flash drive, gleaming ominously in the dim light.
“My dear God, could this be what they were after?” I whispered, a chill racing down my spine.
With a sense of urgency coursing through me, I quickly shoved the small device into my pants pocket. I gently laid Beverly's head down and hurried to locate my phone. Where on earth was my purse? The chaos clouded my mind, twisting my thoughts into confusion as I searched. My eyes finally landed on it, discarded by the bedroom entrance.
My hands shook violently as I tried to press the buttons necessary to call 911, but it was nearly impossible. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to focus, desperately trying to steady the chaos I felt within me.
"I can't believe something like this has happened. How is this possible?" My tear-filled eyes scanned the room. Blood was splattered on the walls and floor, making tears roll down my cheeks. Overwhelmed by shock and sadness, I mumbled, "Lord, please don't let it be too late."
Was I having an out-of-body experience? Is this a bad dream I can't wake up from?
Steadying my trembling finger, I pressed 911. My eyes burned with tears, and my anguished throat echoed the moment I heard a voice on the other end of the line.
"Please, please help me!"
The dispatcher said, "Ma'am, I can't understand you. Calm down and tell me your emergency."
My quivering lips finally said, "I need help right away!"
I gave the address to the dispatcher, my heart heavy as I stood by Beverly’s side, hoping for her to be alive still. I gazed down at her vulnerable form lying there, a deep sense of helplessness settled in my chest. I watched Beverly, breathing slowly, expire from this world as I focused solely on her. Then I heard the sound of sirens in the distance grew louder, and a flicker of relief surged through me, a reminder that help was coming.
With each passing second, I clung to the hope that those urgent sounds would bring the care so desperately needed.
"Hold on, Beverly, please... Hold on."
Just To Be Close To You“Okay, yes, Sir. We will take further measures to ensure you get the exposure you need.”"That's different for us, but that's cool if you think it's going to boost our numbers. We will be glad to refer other businesses from South Korea to America and let them know about your company," Greg remarked.Victor sat quietly, not wanting to blow Greg's cover that they were just pretending to want to do business with them. The deal, which involved a significant amount of money, all sounded legitimate to Victor, and those thoughts made him second-guess himself about her."Most definitely, that sounds great. Is everyone okay?" Dynasty's eyes flickered with curiosity as she settled back into her seat, her gaze lingering on Victor. What Did You Do To Me?"Well, gentlemen, if there are no more questions, we seem to have covered everything. This meeting is officially adjourned.”Dynasty stood up and smiled. She extended her hand first in Greg's direction and then toward Dae
Disguise Business Meeting"Most certainly, Sir. I'll have that for you in a minute." She bowed, smiling at Daeseung and then continued to bow at the rest as she left the conference room. The minute she closed the door, Greg laughed."That's cute, but why is she bowing, continuously like that man?"Victor replied. "She's just showing respect for our culture.""I'm gonna let her know, she doesn't have to do that. We're cool." Daeseung said. "Ahh, don't stop her, it's cute..." Greg said, chuckling. The whole time Victor sat there, he kept his eye on the door. Wondering if he's going to see Dynasty and what she'll look like now that she’s at work. The last two times they met up, she was dressed very classy but sexy. The door opened again, and Victor looked up, once he realized it was Angela, he turned away. Picking up his bottle of water, he drinks it, which calms his nerves. He wanted to see Dynasty but at the same time, he was nervous about seeing her again."Here you go, Sir," Ange
Time To Own ItAs she gazes into the mirror, a wave of disappointment washes over her. The reflection staring back reveals dark circles beneath her eyes, remnants of restless nights haunted by a whirlwind of unsettling images and frantic thoughts that thumped like a wild drum in her chest. With a determined sigh, she splashes cool water on her face, feeling the refreshing droplets cascade down her skin.Dynasty dedicates extra minutes to her hair, her fingers deftly maneuvering through the strands, weaving them into submission with a practiced precision. She meticulously applies her makeup, each brushstroke a shield against the world outside. She longs to banish any hint of the turmoil brewing within–the sleepless nights that have frayed her composure. Today, she resolves, she will not be defined by the chaos that churns within her. "I find myself at a crossroads, trying to determine my next course of action. What’s going on, Dynasty? I can't afford to waste time entertaining his pres
What is In Your Heart"It's not her! It's that cunning, scheming Angela woman—what's her name? Is it Angelique?—who has ensnared Daeseung's fascination. Vic, you must stop pushing against this tide; instead, surrender to it. Love is meant to be savored, an exquisite journey filled with rich moments and deep emotions that you should learn to embrace and relish.""Enjoy love? What do you mean by that? To me, love is nothing but a potential disaster that could derail my career and complicate my life! I refuse to indulge in something that could lead to my downfall, Greg! My focus here isn't to get swept away by romantic feelings or fall for some girl. I’m on a mission to uncover the truth behind the theft of my family's fortune—every penny that’s been taken from us. I cannot afford to let these overwhelming emotions distract me or jeopardize my relentless pursuit of justice.""Absolutely! I am fully committed to uncovering the identity of the person or people responsible for the harm infli
Time Is Of The EssenceA very upset Victor entered his hotel room around 2 a.m., all he thought about was that steaming hot dance with Dynasty. “The only thing I can do to cure this is take a cold shower.”His cell phone rings the minute he steps out of the shower. He throws a towel over his head and wraps one around his lower half. He looks at his phone, and he doesn't want to answer it. But it was his boy calling, and he knew he had to take the call. “What's up?”Before he gets a reply, he hears clearly through the cell phone's speaker a female voice giggling while saying. “Greg, come on...one more kiss.”Victor says. “Yah! Greg, you called me?!”Greg, "Wait, baby." A soft, velvety voice says, "Baby, where are you going?"This cocksure smile appears on his face as Greg enjoys one of his favorite pastimes, pleasing a beautiful woman. "I love you." He kissed her. "But this dance is over."Greg finally tears his lips away from the girl's mouth and brings his attention back to the ph
Playing With FireEveryone dispersed, as they all had previous plans with the young ladies they met at the gala. These guys loved what they did for a living. There were only two things that bothered Victor about his style of work. One, the men in his unit were some of the best men he had ever known. Victor could trust every single one of them to have his back. He didn't know what he would do if anything ever happened to them.That's why he tries to ensure they don't encounter any real potential violent missions. But in America, things can get violent quickly, and that's something to seriously worry about.Then, shut himself off emotionallywo, Victor, some years ago, after his emoti,onally. Now it's emotional survival. It made it easier to do his job. He no longer invested himself in the lives of other people, other than his boys. Any outside relationships he kept them at a distance. But for some strange reason, he knew something inside him craved to be close to Dynasty DuBois. Back
Dig Deeper Into You"Sorry, boss, for disturbing you, but I think you need to hear this. I didn't get a chance to talk to you with so much that has happened in the last 48 hours. But that guy you entertained at the Gala. His name was Victor Choi. I expected his father to attend the Gala, but instead, his son came. I've been trying to find out why his father didn't come, but I've been running into dead ends while trying to get any information on Sheppard Choi. It’s as if he has gone missing in action. So I couldn't sleep and I had to call you and warn you, just in case he shows up again."Angela was far too late with her warning because Dynasty had already spent a very long evening, into the late morning, with him."I'm aware of who he is, and I have spoken with him since the Gala. He's my target." "But boss, he's not the old man you expected. He's around your age and very debonair. Not to mention, he must be angry about his family's wealth. I think it's too dangerous, Dynasty. You don
Captivated"It sounds awful hearing it described that way. However, I couldn't have described it any better. That's how it is. I'm sorry to say this to you."Victor felt something deep in his soul stir for the first time. He didn't know how to describe it other than feeling very sorry."It's okay, that's your world? It is very sad. I didn't know, but I do now. I feel very sorry for you."From looking at her face, Victor could tell that what he said didn't suit her taste. But despite that, he couldn't stop gazing at her with amazement in his eyes. "I think you're reading me wrong again. I do…" The dynasty had to fight off, entering a defensive attack mode for females. Because every time she looked at his pathetic and demeaning view, he had women. She saw in his eyes for the first time that he recognized that something was wrong with his view and way of thinking. Dynasty wore a pleasant smile, even though she was holding back words that were itching to escape her lips. “You seem unhap
Don’t Want To LeaveSince you’re here in my home, I want to ensure you’re neither married nor entangled with someone else. I maintain a strict policy against involving myself with married men outside of work," she stated, her clarity reflecting a deep respect for herself and for Victor.A flicker of surprise crossed Victor's face at her bold frankness. A charged tension settled in the air as he contemplated his response, weighing his words carefully."Relax," she encouraged, a warm smile curving her lips, disarming the initial intensity of the moment. "I’m simply inquiring whether you’re in a serious relationship, like having a girlfriend or a spouse. So are you involved?" Her calm yet probing tone, intertwined with the candlelight flickering across his well-contoured features, helped diffuse the atmosphere.Dynasty had a clear intention behind her question. To her, clarity was paramount in the early stages of any relationship to avoid the messy complications that often ensue in roman
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