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Where there is a 'Will'Tears poured from my eyes like a waterfall, and I couldn't do anything to stop the pain I felt. Before I could read any further, I was overwhelmed with emotions and so upset. I kept repeating, "My poor parents and poor Beverly." I wiped my eyes and kept forging ahead. I wanted to know what happened to me because it must have been so bad that I don't recall little snippets of my childhood. I braced myself as I slid my finger reluctantly across the screen to turn to the next page.Dynasty, a word of caution, as I mentioned this to you before: the love of money is the root of all evil and all sorts of dangerous, injurious things, and by reaching out for this love, you can trap many, and they won't be able to escape without stabbing themselves all over with many pains. Therefore, my dear Dynasty, you must use this knowledge and wisdom to your advantage and avoid the pitfalls of your family's history.Here's what occurred when Lynette, your mother's family, heard abo
I Got A New AttitudeMy eyes popped open the very next morning. I couldn't believe I fell asleep on the floor, curled up with my laptop. I sat up and began to stretch as I wiped the sleep away from my eyes. I don't know what time of morning I read until I fell asleep. Last night was rough. The emotional connection I'm starting to have with Beverly's past is doing something to me. I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, my eyes looked puffy from all the crying I had been doing. But it wasn't nothing; a little makeup couldn't correct. I took a quick shower and got dressed. I looked in the mirror again, and each day, it was strange how I began to feel and look different. That innocent, naive feeling that made me not have a care in the world was gone.I had no one to rely on anymore. I had no choice but to get my emotions in order, and I felt more self-assured with each passing day. It was time that I stood on my own two feet, without being able to run to Beverl
It was afternoon, and the vibrant city streets buzzed with life. Workers scurried about, hunting for the perfect lunch spot. Among them are two powerhouse women from Flawless—Angela and Dynasty. They walked from the office, heading to their favorite place to dine. They were filled with the exhilaration of launching a brand-new company while meticulously planning an extravagant end-of-year gala destined to become the talk of the city for more reasons than one.“Oh, Dynasty! This brilliant idea came to me in a dream last night.” Dynasty rolled her eyes and snickered. “Come on, Angela. That's not another crazy idea. I can’t take much more. I’m already a wreck!” “Just listen. What about a large fountain in the middle of the room?” Dynasty stopped in her tracks in the middle of the sidewalk. “A water fountain?” “No! A champagne fountain. I think the guest would get a kick out of it, and it would be a great talking piece for the critics. I’m telling you, this is the kind of wild stuff th
A Walk Down Memory LaneDynasty ascended to her penthouse on the top floor that evening, filled with anticipation. This morning, her new apartment had been filled with unpacked boxes, which felt cold and empty. Now, she envisioned the transformation that awaited her. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the keypad to unlock her front door, hopeful that the decorators had crafted a warm and inviting sanctuary just for her.As she stepped into her new sanctuary, she was utterly captivated by the stunning beauty and meticulous organization surrounding her, far beyond her wildest dreams. The decor, infused with rich shades of rosy wine, immediately drew her in, igniting a smile. Crossing the threshold, she couldn't help but marvel at the polished elegance enveloping her.The atmosphere wrapped around her like a warm embrace, perfectly mirroring her essence. This was no ordinary home; it exuded a uniquely feminine fragrance—a delicate fusion of allure and subtle notes that swirled gracefully t
Hanging OutDynasty shut down her computer and organized the papers on her desk. She grabbed her purse, turned off the lights, and headed toward the elevators. She turned to the sound of a high-pitched voice down the hallway."Hey! Hey! Where are you off to in such a hurry? Don't tell me you have a secret date behind your best friend's back, Ms. Dynasty," Angela teased as she joined me in the elevator. "Come on, when do I even have time to date?" I replied, rolling my eyes."That's a fair point. Hey, how about we start treating each other out at least once a month for dinner? That way, we can each choose different international restaurants to try out.”“That sounds cute, Angela, and I’ll think about it, but I’m too busy right now.” “Alright, you are such a tough cookie to break! How about we grab a drink tonight?" she suggested enthusiastically."No, not tonight. I'm just not feeling social; I've got a lot on my mind," I said, my reluctance clear in my voice."Why are you rushing hom
A Wild Mission:“I’m so happy this party is going to be on soil I’m familiar with and doesn’t have the issue I just came from experiencing two months ago.”“Oh, that’s right. We never got to hear about your traumatic experience because shortly after we heard about you, this insane, awful thing happened to Beverly.” Dynasty says.“Yeah, I visited with Beverly before I flew here, and her condition is the same. She's a strong woman and has trained us all to be strong. I know she will recover; we must keep praying for her.” “I pray for her all the time and for all of us. I can’t take another mission going haywire.” Dynasty utters in a concerned tone.“So, Tizzy, we heard you just got back from a wild mission,” Angela states. “Where did Beverly send you?”Tizzy looks over at Dynasty to see if she is alright before conveying her story. “I’m fine. Please tell us, Tizzy.” Dynasty says, taking a big swallow of Long Island ice and nodding her head. “I was in Brazil, and I had signed a deal,
The Missing GirlThe ladies sat at the table, peering at Tizzy, and she continued to talk about her amazing experience in Brazil.“That’s right. He invited you there, and I can’t imagine what you must have gone through,” Angela says, rubbing Tizzy's shoulder to comfort her. “Hold on, let me finish telling the rest.” Tony never thought about a gang of mobsters coming into a nightclub and raiding it and taking beautiful young women. And he never thought he would ever be held at gunpoint and hit him in the head so hard, it felt as if his skull had been split open. Thank goodness he survived with only a slight concussion. Even though he was injured, it didn't stop him from worrying about me. Tony realizes he has to leave the matter in the local police's hands, with the hope that they will find me still alive. His conscience wouldn’t let him leave Brazil without knowing I was okay. So he crossed his wrist behind his head and tried to relax as he looked at his hotel door again from across
Here To Work, Not Play“All I’m going to tell you ladies is that when I got to Paris, I felt relieved and very much inspired. But I didn’t invite Mr. Tony because I’m going to be working with a new client. And I always find new inspiration when I take on new clients, and I don’t need to be distracted.”“We see you have a new loo,” Addie says, smiling.Tizzy, with her chocolate brown skin and hazel eyes, stood out against the backdrop of her long hair, which was now pin-straight. It framed her slender face and striking features with a polished sophistication that momentarily silenced the room. “What happened to your curls? Them being gone has something to do with this new inspiration?” Dynasty asked as everyone thought the same thing.“Nope. My curls met a straightening iron.” Tizzy said, laughing as everyone sighed agitatedly at her sarcasm.“I like your new look, but I like the curls, too,” Skylar says.“I’m tired of the curls. They make me look like a five-year-old.” “Not to me the
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 p
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 do
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 unha
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
The Scent Of A Woman:“Thank you,” Victor replied, managing to maintain a calm facade even as a flurry of nerves fluttered in his stomach like a restless bird trying to escape. He made his way across the room to the credenza, his hand moving almost mechanically as he poured a generous glass of his favorite red wine. The deep, rich aroma wrapped around him, momentarily distracting him from the anticipation building within.She reappeared, and the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The simple robe had disappeared, replaced by a stunning, metallic silk maxi dress explicitly tailored for her. The fabric caught the soft light, shimmering like liquid sunshine, and accentuated her every curve with effortless elegance, leaving Victor momentarily breathless. Each step she took unveiled daring slits that climbed high along the sides of the dress, teasing glimpses of her toned thighs that hinted at both strength and grace. Meanwhile, the neckline, adorned with untied drawstrings, invited his gaze
Revealing Identity:“Hello! Who’s calling?” The voice emanating from the intercom was warm and inviting, wrapping the small, cozy room in a friendly atmosphere that felt almost comforting.“Is this Ms. DuBois's residence?” The question came from an appealing masculine voice that carried a warm charm, its rich timbre echoing softly against the walls. There was a genuine curiosity in his tone, making it impossible not to be drawn in by his presence.“Yes, it is,” she replied, her voice smooth and refined, embodying a sense of grace that belied her underlying caution. “May I ask who’s calling?” There was a subtle tension in her tone, a delicate thread of suspicion woven through her politeness, adding an intriguing layer of suspense to the exchange as she prepared to guard the information she held.Victor inched closer to the sleek, black camera positioned next to the door, his captivating smile lighting up his striking features. The warm corridor light streamed down on him, casting a gold
The Princess ArrestedIn the vibrant chaos of downtown, the 12th precinct transformed into a pressure cooker of tension as the President of Flawless Inc. found herself at the center of a storm. A relentless battalion of detectives closed in, their questions sharp and probing, firing off like arrows aimed at her composure. The air buzzed with an electric intensity, thick with apprehension that practically wrapped around her.To make matters worse, her lawyer—her only ally in this intricate maze of law—had been barred from the room, leaving her feeling stranded and vulnerable. This was her first real brush with the police, a stark contrast to the previous encounter she had in a hospital in Paris with Bevely. Each second dragged on, stretching into a torturous eternity as she anxiously anticipated her attorney’s arrival—the lone flicker of hope in this daunting predicament.The situation became a true test of her character, pushing her resolve and resilience to their very limits. Her hear
Alert! Alert!As the meeting drew to a close, the President surveyed the room with her keen, perceptive gaze, acutely aware of the absence that lingered like a shadow among her advisors. She chose to hold her tongue, allowing the others to reveal the truth as it unfolded. Just then, Angelique rose from her seat, her posture betraying an urgency she couldn’t mask. With a respectful nod, she requested permission to step out of the conference room for a moment. Upon her return, she approached the group with a palpable sense of trepidation etched across her features. Clearing her throat, she delivered the critical news with a tremor in her voice. "Dynasty," she began, her words trembling slightly, "the evidence we gathered last night was undeniably clear. After reviewing all the footage and testimonies, it’s apparent that the decision to fire shots was made in self-defense." The weight of her revelation hung in the air, as the room processed the gravity of what it meant for their ongoi