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."
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
The morning after:After a tough night that shook her world, Dynasty woke up feeling restless and uneasy. This morning brought a painful ache to her head, a physical sign of the worry that weighed on her heart following the chaotic events that had turned her glamorous party into a complete mess. This situation was not only embarrassing but also threatened the stability of Flawless Inc., the cosmetics company she had built and cherished.Dynasty was used to handling challenges with grace as the young CEO of a successful business, but what happened last night was unlike anything she had faced before. Determined to find out what had really happened and who was responsible for the disaster, she knew she needed to act quickly and decisively.Before she could fully collect her thoughts or set up an emergency meeting with her team, she instinctively reached for her smartphone. The screen lit up, showing many missed calls and unread messages—a painful reminder of the chaos that had erupted and
Shock And Fear"What did you just say? Can you repeat that, Daeseung?" I inquired, my voice echoing slightly in the now eerily quiet room, where tension hung like a thick mist."I witnessed who got shot and the identity of the person who pulled the trigger!" Daeseung’s words lingered in the air, a shocking revelation that sliced through the silence like a blade, leaving us all in suspended disbelief."You're lying!" Taemon exclaimed, his voice laced with incredulity, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence that enveloped us. His eyes widened in shock, mirroring the disbelief etched on the faces of the others in the room."What did you say?" I asked again, my mind racing to process Daeseung's unexpected confession, unsure if my ears had betrayed me."Listen up, everyone," I asserted, my tone steely and imperative, breaking the heavy pause that had settled among us. “We all knew from the very beginning that this mission wouldn’t be like any we had undertaken before, but what we are e
A Shocking RevelationReality shattered around me in a sudden rush, and I gasped, struggling to believe my eyes. To my surprise, two figures emerged from the shadows beneath the desk, like ghosts coming out of the darkness. Daeseung and Angela were sitting upright, their eyes piercing through the dim light in a way that made my stomach turn.Every glance felt like a shock, leaving me disoriented as I tried to understand what was happening. A mix of excitement and fear surged through me, breaking the heavy silence and wrapping me in confusion.My heart raced as panic set in; my eyes widened, and I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears. Instinctively, I grabbed onto Daeseung, desperate to hold onto something in this chaotic moment. Leaning closer, I focused on the strange scene before me, my eyes narrowing with a mix of disbelief and anger. My voice shook, but was filled with determination as I said, “Oh, he’s in great pain, alright!”With adrenaline pumping through me, I jumped to my
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