The Perfect Enemy

The Perfect Enemy

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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.

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Chapter 1

Part 1

**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."

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54 Chapters
Part 1
**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 jo
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Part 2
Tears clouded my vision as I watched the emergency team hurry up the stairs to Beverly's bedroom. I was on the floor next to her, my heart racing wildly. I held my breath as I saw them remove her beautiful dress, working quickly and purposefully. They started to apply white bandages to her wounds, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. I felt frozen with fear and helplessness, entirely overwhelmed by the seriousness of what was happening. I had never experienced anything so terrifying before.Amid the turmoil swirling all around me, I could hear the detective's calm voice cutting through the chaos, urgently asking, "Is she the victim? How is she doing?"The person they were referring to was my Boss who had been confirmed as a victim. I was in a state of shock and still couldn't believe my eyes."Sir, we caught her attacker, who was found sitting in his car just outside the building. He was taken into custody and then rushed to the hospital to treat injuries on his right shoulder, che
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Part 3
What Am I, A Suspect?I just couldn't accept that we believe what happened to Beverly, and now her condition has declined. The tears wouldn't stop coming. While pacing back and forth, the doctor walks up to me. "Ms. DuBois, I know you are worried, but you must get some rest. We will call if anything changes with her condition," he said, squeezing my hand, comforting me.I nodded in agreement, feeling light-headed like I might faint. I took several deep breaths and began collecting my things to leave the hospital. That's when the detective walks up to me. "Hey, Ms. DuBois, before you go, I have a few more questions for you."I sighed frustratedly. "What is it now, Sir? I'm exhausted, and I have so many things to do. I'm at my wits' end.""I understand, but let me ask you. Has your boss ever been married before or had a past lover with whom she might have had some recent or even past issues with?"I rolled my eyes. "No, Sir. Can you please excuse me? I have to leave and return to the of
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Part 4
Nick smiled, his right brow arched in playful defiance as he countered. “Maybe you don’t remember because you never asked. Of course, I trust you. A woman as lovely as you with a successful business and fantastic track record—why wouldn’t I? Everyone speaks so highly of you and your capabilities.” “Thank you for your kind words and for having faith in me. But I’m quite certain I’ve asked you that question at some point during our time together these past few months,” I replied.Nick’s voice was low and smooth, laced with intrigue. As he leaned forward, escaping the shadows and letting the soft candlelight illuminate his striking features. He exuded an air of commanding masculinity, clean-shaven, his dark hair meticulously styled, every inch radiating confidence. “I’m in Paris, in the company of an exquisite woman. Who has filled my head with fantasy and romantic notions of things I haven't entertained in quite some while. Who wouldn’t want to stay here as long as they could? So,
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Part 5
~Volatile~Angela took a deep breath, her heart racing as she prepared to tell her boss, Beverly, the surprising news. Clearing her throat, she began, her voice steady yet cautious."Well... Beverley, you might want to sit down for this. Nick Vinerelli is Sheppard Choi's business partner."Beverly's eyes widened in disbelief, her voice rising in shock. "What! What did you say?""Yes," Angela continued, choosing her words carefully. "He’s involved in an import business worth billions, but to be honest, he has made a few rather dubious investments along the way. One particularly noteworthy project that Mr. Choi has undertaken a massive hospital in South Korea—a building that features a wing dedicated to his late wife, who tragically passed away five years ago."Beverly sighed and rolled her eyes in exasperation, trying to keep the mood light despite the gravity of the topic. "And Boss, you might find this next bit intriguing."Beverly leaned on the restaurant table, curiosity flickerin
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Part 6
I took a deep breath as I slammed my eyes shut tight! A tear of pain traveled down my cheek."Move away from the door," Nick said in a low, rough tone. When I heard his voice, I thought, 'I'm still alive?' I kept telling myself this was an illusion as I eased my back away from the wall and moved slowly. Nick passed yet another shaft of light from the window. We locked eyes, and again, even as tears slid down my cheeks, I seized with that sensation in my heart that somehow connected to his heart. His eyes are dark, darker than I have ever seen, but not only dark but piercing.His jawline is slightly sucked in; I can't seem to shake it. It's like when you catch a whiff of something that transports you somewhere, like a half-forgotten dream floating away. All you remember is a feeling, and all my feelings surrounding Nick are good."It isn't what you think," I said from her tight throat as I backed up into my bedroom. Once I crossed the sill of the bedroom door, he was on me in a flas
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Part 7
With a jolt, I bolted upright, drenched in sweat, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Panic gripped me as I turned to my left, anticipating Beverly being alert. But she wasn't; I let out a disappointing sigh. I walked over to her hospital bed, and she was lying there peacefully. The same way she's been since she slipped into that coma. Hot tears blurred my vision, and I hastily wiped them away, bewildered by the wave of emotion. "What did I expect! It wasn't real. It was another stupid dream." I whispered, still haunted by how vivid the dream had been. It felt so real; I could hear her soothing voice, but it was all in my mind. Despite the early hour, I refused to succumb to sleep. It was three in the morning. I stayed awake by splashing water on my face, a feeble attempt to calm my still-racing heart. I then settled in my chair, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders. I take my laptop and open it. I held the very thing Beverly so desperately protected with her life. The dr
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Part 8
My voice shook as tears streamed down my cheeks, each drop reflecting the deep sorrow I felt inside. The words I read hit me like a sudden blow, shocking me. She lay there, utterly still and silent, her face an unsettling reminder of what was lost. No matter how loudly I called her name or how hard I cried, she remained unresponsive, caught in a world no one could reach. With a heavy heart, I turned back to my side of the room, sinking into my chair as if the weight of the world were pressing down on me. I struggled to control my emotions, stifling soft sobs as I fought to regain my composure. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, a stark reflection of the distance that now separated us. I yearned for a sign that she could hear me, that my voice mattered.The glow of my laptop beckoned me, enticing me with words that seemed to reach out, urging me to pour my heart onto the screen."My dear," I began. I have held back my feelings all these years, but now it’s time for you to unders
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Part 9
After I had read several pages of Beverly’s journal, it was overwhelming, and I could feel a headache starting to form. Because I had no idea what this meant, and why now? I'm so confused and upset. It's like she knew this would happened to her. And the way this journal sounds like she's been planning for it for some time. But I couldn't resist going back to her bedside once more, running over with emotions. “Yes! It is unfair for you to drop all of this in my lap with you in this condition!" Beverly, I’m so angry with you right now! Why? Why? Did this have to happen to you? I broke down and cried. It was disheartening not to hear her respond and yet so stressful to absorb all this new information. I took a moment to close my eyes, trying to find some calm before diving back into the reading. It was the only line of communication I had to get answers and to see what lay ahead or what I was about to uncover.Dynasty, even at a young age, you have gained many experiences that give y
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Part 10
The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.Albanian Mission: I sprint through the shadowy interior of what appears to be a long-abandoned yacht, the air thick with a musty odor and the echoes of creaking wood beneath my hurried footsteps. The sound of my breath, ragged and desperate, fills the air. My heart pounds in my chest as I catch sight of a cluster of frightened women, their bare limbs trembling and s
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