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 MoreUnderstanding 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
Soak And WetI stood by the window, captivated by the trees swaying gracefully in the brisk wind, their vibrant green leaves twirling and fluttering like colorful confetti caught in an enthusiastic dance. I set my heart on filling my home with fresh air, eager to immerse myself in the joy of preparing a sumptuous meal just for me this weekend. As the soft afternoon light began its slow descent, casting a golden hue over everything, I remained blissfully ignorant of the thick, dark clouds gathering ominously on the horizon, transforming the once-blue sky into a heavy, brooding gray, signaling an impending storm I had yet to foresee.Absorbed in a gripping novel, I scarcely noticed the gentle hum of the television from the kitchen, where the tantalizing notes of a simmering sauce filled the air. "Beverly's story is becoming irresistible," I thought, reluctantly tearing my gaze from the pages of my book. I strolled over to the stove, where the rich savory aroma of garlic, tomatoes, and he
Paris, France: January - New YearI saw him in my dreams again. He entered my bedroom door, and I sat up quickly as we stared at each other silently. My blood begins to boil inside my body instantly. I looked for something to pick up and strike him with. The only things in my grasp were my night lamp and alarm clock. He slowly approached me, and I wondered if I would be quick enough to reach for the lamp.I waited for him to get closer to avoid missing my aim. "Can we talk?" He asked.Sheppard's voice only made me want to end his existence so he would never speak to me again. "Yes, come and let us talk," I said seductively.Sheppard sat on my bed, and before I knew it, my hand was gripped around the lamp's base. I began beating him with the lamp, each blow with a blunt force. Again, I hit him across the face and head!I could hear him pleading to stop, but I didn't. So, instead, I relentlessly hit him until I couldn't hear his voice speak any longer. That's when my eyes opened.The
A Thirst For PainTossing and turning into the night isn't fun anymore. It's been going on far too long, and I can feel myself slipping into the darkness. I have been up all night, delving into a world I had long forgotten—a dark and empty world. I can’t sleep, and there is no stopping the tumultuous feelings that swell in me. I tell myself not to let one tear drop from under my closed lids. Images of what I went through back then, and how scared and alone I felt, were so vivid, it was as if I was reliving the memories all over again. My family's faces are so clear in my head, and how they treated me like I was nothing. How could they oppress a child, as if I weren’t their flesh and blood? Sharp pain enters my already weak body. But I became so filled with rage that I didn’t care. I turn my face into my pillow, beating my fist against the mattress as I cry silently, uncontrollable sobs shake my entire body. It’s only later, much later, that I fall asleep again. Sunlight slants acros
Reality Set InIn the days that followed, I grappled with an overwhelming sense of being unwanted and unloved. Each moment transformed into a struggle, as I fought to keep my emotions at bay. Beneath the surface, bitterness and anger simmered, threatening to engulf me. I carried deep-seated resentment towards those who entered my life after my parents' passing, their presence a constant reminder of my loss. These emotions, rooted in the innocence of my youth, weighed heavily on my heart, a painful contrast to the carefree days I once shared with Beverly. I had tried so hard to suppress and bury my past, and the question lingered: Why, Beverly, do you want me to relive all this pain and turmoil? It feels as though the wounds of my past are being reopened, and I struggle to understand the purpose behind it.I’m so full of disturbing thoughts that I had to drag myself out of bed, seeking a drink to soothe my frayed nerves. I was weary of self-pity, and the tears had long dried up. With
Alone In My ThoughtsOnce inside my apartment, I took a refreshing shower. The warm water rejuvenated my senses. My heart raced as I reminded myself that time was passing by so fast—I had only two days left to delve into the depths of Beverly's Journal. So, I prepared a quick dinner, sat at the dining room table, and began to read. Beverly hung her head, fighting back the tears. Percy quietly turns back around.Beverly looked up into the rearview, seeing Percy's worried expression. Then, she sighs, wiping the creases of her eyes, "I just got a call from an American lawyer who is representing my friend Lynette DuBois, telling me that she and her husband have left their child to me in their Will. A child, Percy!""What!?" Percy replied, surprisingly."Lynette has often told me how selfish and pathetic her siblings had been in the past."Though Beverly's life had recently become emotionally disruptive and hectic, she thought of Nettie and how kind she had been to her over the years. She
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
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
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,
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