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Who Did This To My Father?My heart was heavy with the weight of my responsibility to oversee my father's business and protect our family's legacy. It was a duty I took on with pride, but as I stepped out of the sterile hospital environment, a wave of confusion and dread washed over me. I felt the urgent need to get to Baek's office, longing for answers, yet at the same time, I was terrified of what those answers might reveal. When I finally arrived, I was met with a revelation that was both shocking and deeply unsettling—a truth that turned my world upside down and left me grappling with a turmoil I had never anticipated."Good evening. I'm here to see Mr. Baek." Victor Choi's voice resonated in the polished office, greeting the poised woman seated behind the sleek, modern desk. Her eyes briefly flicked from her computer screen to Victor, her tone smooth and authoritative. "Let me inform Mr. Baek that you have arrived."Jung-soon, Gregory Baek's efficient secretary, relayed the mess
“Victor, please, take a seat.” Greg’s voice held an edge of urgency that made Victor’s stomach churn. “What I’ve uncovered about the company and its dealings is unlike anything I’ve encountered in my years as a private investigator. What your father and Nick have stepped into is no ordinary business venture; it’s something far more sinister.”Unease coiled tightly within Victor as Greg’s words hung in the air. Shadows danced in his mind, and a heavy weight settled in his chest, suffocating his thoughts as he grappled with the implications of their involvement. “Have you had any contact with Nick Vinerilli in the last few days?” Greg’s intensity remained steadfast, eyes searching Victor’s for answers.“To be honest, no,” Victor replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “I heard he was in Europe on an extended business trip.” The words felt hollow, echoing the increasing dread gnawing at him. As Victor mulled over Nick’s unexpected absence, a cold shiver of foreboding ran down his spi
The Man In My Life:Leaning my hand on the door frame, I took a moment to collect myself as a wave of emotions washed over me. "Whew! Where are all these feelings coming from?" I thought. I felt a deep sense of frustration at being overwhelmed. My hand hovered above the doorknob, and a tight knot formed in my stomach as I remembered my dad in that sterile hospital room—in a place he didn't belong. Entering this space was so difficult; I almost expected him to be sitting behind his desk, as he always had been. But now it felt more like a battleground to enter; the man I recalled as so brave and who would fight against anyone was now so weak. This room, once a sanctuary for him amidst the noise of us kids, kept up. It was the one room in the house he could go to and reflect on how to endure all his trials, challenges, and secrets. Taking a deep breath, I twisted the knob and pushed the door open.As I stepped inside, a rush of cool, stale air met me, carrying with it the faint, bittersw
Here We Come: Feeling uncertain, I pushed aside all my thoughts about finding the pink envelope on my father’s desk and the piece of paper with that appointment on it. Telling myself. “It’s probably nothing significant.” My eyes fell on the black cell phone on his desk, a sign of past conversations I had about it with my father.The phone always stays on its charger, ready for emergencies. Just beyond the top drawer lies a collection of secrets, hidden and mysterious files. These secrets are like unspoken threats, always nearby but out of sight, reminding me of the danger that might be lurking. But I was never allowed to have access to them. They were kept under lock and key.He has held onto those files and that old phone for years. It has never made a sound—until last week. For the first time, it chimed, a brief but unique ringtone that echoed in the quiet room. I happened to be here that day and I heard it. But before I could answer it, the call ended, the caller hung up. This str
Dynasty POV ChicagoI realized that the more I delved into the information that Beverly—my mother—left behind for me, the more I could feel it transforming who I was becoming each day. As I stepped into my new, sparsely furnished high-rise apartment in a beautiful part of Chicago, I let out a sigh. It had been twenty long years since I last lived in this city; my memories from that time are faint and tinged with pain. Now, it feels almost surreal that Beverly, the last family I have, wants me to revisit all those buried, hurtful memories.As I settled into my seat for the long flight from Paris to Chicago, a quiet hum enveloped me, but it couldn’t drown out the whirlwind of emotions churning inside. My fingers hovered nervously over the files on my laptop, each one a possible trigger for tears I fought hard to keep at bay. In this cramped space, surrounded by strangers, a sense of panic began to creep in. I suddenly had to face the tangled mess of my past, especially the life of the w
I step into the room, and all I could hear was Beverly's uncle shouting! “It was him! Wasn’t it? Where is that good-for-nothing bum? Beverly? Tell me where that loser is hiding!”“Uncle, I don’t know where he is, but he’s not coming here,” she said, barely able to speak as she sniffled tearfully.“Oh my darling, Beverl,y please stop crying and tell us—why did that call upset you so much?” the bride's aunt gently probed, her voice laced with worry.Beverly’s sobs echoed through the room, echoing her anguish as she buried her face in her uncle's handkerchief. When she finally looked up, her eyes glistened with tears, mascara beginning to run like dark rivers down her cheeks. The moment she caught sight of Lynette in the doorway, her sorrow melted away momentarily, and she sprang to her feet, rushing to embrace her dear friend with an urgency that spoke volumes. Beverly’s body trembled, burdened by the weight of the news that had shattered her joyful day. “Oh, Nettie, it’s a total disas
Unbelievable Sacrifice:Instead of my friend coming here to Paris with her husband to have a romantic trip and enjoy themselves, Lynette and William stayed by my side in the hospital for three days. Your mother Lynette is my closest and dearest friend, and she stayed by my side to comfort me, saying, "Honey, look at this way. Be thankful you didn't marry that man. Sheppard would have only given you nothing but grief and a life full of pain and misery." I nodded my head in agreement. We shared an understanding that strengthened our friendship. I felt grateful to have avoided a harmful relationship with a man who lied, disrespected women, and had more darkness in him than I could understand.I was engulfed in a realm of physical agony I had never known before. My neck throbbed, my eyes hurt and stung, and a profound sense of loss and disillusionment weighed down on my heart. The weariness and suffering were overwhelming, and I longed to escape into an eternal slumber. But Lynette, und
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
The Mystery ManFrom the outset, Dynasty felt a nagging sense of imbalance with her rival, Mr. Sheppard Choi. He seemed to wield an advantage she didn’t possess—he knew her, and what she looked like, and perhaps even some of her strategies. On the other hand, she was left in the dark about his appearance, which wasn’t fair, she thought. All she had to go on was a faded description from Beverly’s journal, a glimpse into his life from nearly forty years ago.With a determination to level the playing field, before the party, she scoured the internet, hoping to uncover a current photo of Mr. Choi and his family. Yet, her search yielded nothing. The mystery surrounding him intensified her curiosity. She envisioned him as an older man, likely around Beverly’s age, which seemed reasonable, given that the young Asian figure she spotted must belong to his inner circle. Despite the uncertainty, a flicker of relief washed over her; at least now she had a clearer picture in her mind. Still, she k
Identity CrisisVictor watched her from several feet away. He was mesmerized as she glided toward him with an effortless grace. Her skin was glowing and glistening like a fine piece of jewelry as it caught the candlelight setting in the room. A soft smile played on Victor’s lips as he momentarily averted his gaze, savoring a sip of his rich red wine. The taste lingered on his palate, but he couldn't resist the magnetic pull of her presence, drawing his eyes back toward her breathtaking figure.Victor, with his perfect posture and tall, lean frame, stood utterly entranced, caught in a spell woven by the breathtaking vision. She turned heads among those dressed in their finest garb at this extravagant gala. It was truly her in the flesh! Her hair and face were immaculate. She radiated an enchanting beauty that eclipsed the captivating photograph he had of her. He found himself irresistibly drawn to her; it was as if he were staring into the very essence of her being.This girl was exqui
Eyes Only On You“Miss Angelique,” Daeseung's voice dripped with a charm that hinted at his undeniable attraction, his smile lively and inviting. “Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”Her face lit up with pure joy, a radiant expression that stole her attention from everything else, like sunlight bursting through a heavy cloud cover.“The pleasure would be all mine; I would absolutely adore dancing with you, Daeseung,” she exclaimed, her voice soaring like a melody, enchanting everyone within earshot. As she shifted her gaze to me, her lips blossomed into a smile so magnetic it felt as if the entire room had leaned in closer to bask in its warmth.“Mr. Choi, it was truly wonderful meeting you. Enjoy the party and the rest of your night!” I returned her smile, a quiet acknowledgment, while she and Daeseung glided away in perfect harmony. A soft heat flared in the air as I allowed myself to watch her again. I noticed how Daeseung’s hand rested possessively on the small of Angel
Eyes Only On You“Miss Angelique,” Daeseung's voice dripped with a charm that hinted at his undeniable attraction, his smile lively and inviting. “Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”Her face lit up with pure joy, a radiant expression that stole her attention from everything else, like sunlight bursting through a heavy cloud cover.“The pleasure would be all mine; I would absolutely adore dancing with you, Daeseung,” she exclaimed, her voice soaring like a melody, enchanting everyone within earshot. As she shifted her gaze to me, her lips blossomed into a smile so magnetic it felt as if the entire room had leaned in closer to bask in its warmth.“Mr. Choi, it was truly wonderful meeting you. Enjoy the party and the rest of your night!” I returned her smile, a quiet acknowledgment, while she and Daeseung glided away in perfect harmony. A soft heat flared in the air as I allowed myself to watch her again. I noticed how Daeseung’s hand rested possessively on the small of Angel
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
"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
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
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
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