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Understanding Men: To my beautiful daughter, Dynasty, I don’t mean to bore you with many words. But we have always been two good communicators, and I hope you feel the same way. I hope and pray that you do feel the same way, even though this form of communication is new for us.I smile…Oh, Beverly, I know you want me to respond. It’s not just a rhetorical question. So I paused, almost becoming teary-eyed. No, Beverly, I’m not bored. I have felt so many emotions, but most of all, I have been enlightened, and my eyes have been opened. I have looked forward to our talks in this manner because you are not here physically in the flesh, but I know through your words in this journal that you are here speaking to me.Dynasty, you have been the most extraordinary child a mother could wish for. Your obedience and discipline throughout your childhood have been remarkable. You are an outstanding student and a classy young lady. I am incredibly proud of you for carrying yourself with dignity and g
The Transformation:As the countdown to the much-anticipated party reached its final moments, an exhilarating wave of urgency washed over me. I felt a surge of adrenaline compelling me to tackle the extensive list of tasks that lay ahead. There was no room for raw emotions or tears in the whirlwind of preparations that awaited me. My heartbeat quickened as I navigated through my contacts, driven by the desire to reach out to Beverly's enchanting haven in Chicago, Tiffany's. This high-end boutique wasn’t just a shopping destination but an exquisite escape renowned for its opulent shopping experiences and decadent spa treatments. Guests were treated to complete makeovers that transformed them into the very essence of elegance and sophistication, making each visitor feel like royalty amidst the lavish surroundings.“Hi, my name is Dynasty DuBois,” I announced, my voice steady but bubbling with excitement.“Ah, yes, we’ve been eagerly anticipating your call!” came a smooth, cheerful respon
AnticipationThe following morning, I stirred from sleep at precisely 7 a.m., a vibrant glow of excitement still coursing through me from the unforgettable day spent with Ms. Tiffany Grand. She had transformed my transition into an extraordinary journey, and I could hardly contain my exuberance. As I stretched, I felt rejuvenated and invigorated by a newfound sense of sensuality and self-assurance. For the first time, I was genuinely thrilled to step into my authentic self, ready to unveil both my striking new appearance and my bold attitude.With the onset of the mission looming just one day away, I could sense the anticipation coiling within me, mingled with a flutter of anxiety. I was determined to channel both energy and serenity; as CEO, I had a responsibility to lead my own team of Jewels, stepping out of the shadow of Beverly's guidance and into the spotlight myself. It was a crucial moment for my small yet talented staff—each member uniquely gifted and brimming with potential—a
Final Touches“Oh, absolutely! This event is shaping up beautifully! Hosting my first celebratory party has always been a dream, and it's unfolding just as I envisioned. To elevate the ambiance a notch, we definitely need a touch more elegance. So, Angela, what’s the ETA on those large sectional sofas in a stunning pearled hue? I’m eager to see how everything will come together!”“Oh, the furniture store will deliver them later this afternoon. Would you like them arranged around the room's perimeter to create a cozy circle around the dance floor?” Angela suggested.“Yes, that sounds perfect! It will enhance the overall aesthetic and provide guests with a comfortable spot to sit and enjoy their drinks. Now, how’s the progress going with the entertainment? I envision the dance floor as the true centerpiece of our celebration.”“I’ve been reaching out to several renowned bands from Chicago who excel at performing culturally rich songs, ensuring that all our guests can let loose and dance
Pov - Mr. ChoiThe aircraft gently descended through the clouds, a subtle shift in its movement signaling our approach to the destination. Victor and Greg, still lost in the tranquility of sleep, were oblivious to the awakening world around them. The rest of us, however, were stirring, shaking off the remnants of sleep as O'Hare International Airport came into view, a vibrant cityscape teeming with life."Wow! I'm actually in America!" one of the guys exclaimed, his eyes ablaze with excitement. A collective sigh of relief swept over us, a tangible sign that the arduous 15-hour journey, marked by turbulence that jolted our bodies, was finally over. Thank goodness we were in first class. I can only imagine what we would have had to endure being six feet tall and sitting in those cramped seats. It would have certainly tested our endurance, but the plane ride here was finally behind us. Daeseung, a ball of energy, leaned eagerly towards Victor and Greg."Hey, wake up! We've arrived!" he in
Dynasty (POV)Glancing at the beautifully designed clock on my wall, I felt an excitement wave over me, like fireworks lighting the night sky. Only a few hours remained until I would attend the much-awaited Gala—an event everyone had been buzzing about for weeks. Holding my iPad tightly, I could almost hear my friend's encouraging words echoing in my mind. Beverly, my dear mother, an experienced Gala-goer, always knew how to boost my confidence and excitement for such occasions. The memory of her words sparked a fire of anticipation for the fun that lay ahead.Taking a deep breath, I pulled myself out of my cozy bed, my heart racing excitedly. Walking to the bathroom, I removed my comfy t-shirt and light underwear, enjoying freedom. I carefully placed curlers under a bright polka-dotted shower cap, treating my hair as I prepared for a refreshing shower.Searching through a lovely wicker basket filled with fragrant soaps and fancy lotions, I picked out my favorite body wash. The delight
"Chicago! Ha, ha! This city is bursting with glamour, excitement, and energy tonight!" Seungchan exclaimed excitedly, peering out the window, his eyes full of spark and curiosity as we drove through the lively streets. Admittedly, I felt the energy, but I kept my cool. I nodded my head in agreement with his remarks. The night was alive with energy, filled with the sounds of music spewing from all the fancy nightclubs and the laughter of people on the street. Walking about all dressed in elegant clothing, no doubt heading to various parties to bring in the new year. I watched them mingling and enjoying themselves against all the skyscraper buildings and stunning city lights. The guys had all the windows down in our stylish black limousine, which was filled with the smells of delicious food. We came to a smooth stop in front of an impressive 5-star luxury hotel, its exterior shining like a jewel in the center of the city."Wow! Just look at this luxury! Your boss must be doing incredib
The Dark Prince:My mind is a whirlwind of activity, a natural consequence of my profession. I find my eyes perpetually scanning the crowd, attentive to every hand gesture and flicker of body language, always aware of potential exits. With an eagle-eyed focus, I absorb the vibrant tapestry of my surroundings, filing away details in my expansive memory. Yet, amidst all this observation, one sight caught my attention: the grand staircase, alive with movement. Guests flowed down the ornate steps, laughter intertwining seamlessly with the upbeat melodies from the live band, creating a palpable energy in the air.I'm particularly adept at reading people; it's a skill I've honed despite the intricate nuances of human behavior. Being on American soil ignited the instincts from my Special Ops training, making keen observation essential. I had to remain inconspicuous while I surveyed the scene, so I took a casual sip of my drink, flashing a disarming smile at the extravagantly dressed people w
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
I’m Every WomanLike many young girls, Dynasty, the driven CEO of Flawless, once dreamed of magical worlds filled with adventure. She imagined herself as a stunning model walking down Paris runways, enchanting everyone, or as a graceful ballerina dancing effortlessly on grand stages under bright lights. In her future dreams, she pictured herself as a loving wife, surrounded by the joyful laughter of children, creating a warm and happy home. Growing up under the care and support of Beverly and those around her helped Dynasty believe that true happiness and success were within her reach.However, Dynasty grew older, she faced the challenges of a difficult family life that cast a shadow over her dreams. While there was love in her home, it often felt tangled and far from the perfect family life that many of her school friends had or aspired to have. As she entered her teenage years, her dreams transformed into something more profound but also complicated. She found inspiration in her ment