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
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
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
A Week Later After Albanian MissionI stand here gazing out my office window, which overlooks the city of Seoul. The city lights begin to twinkle like a star-studded sky, and the distant sounds of traffic and people add a comforting hum to the evening. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of street food and the promise of a peaceful night. I smile to myself as I look around my large plush office, taking in the reality of my achievements. I reflect on how I had successfully negotiated my first and very tense but crucial business deal as Vice President for my father's multimillion-dollar empire. The notion that I was now the VP still hasn't sunk in yet. But this deal proves I have the knack for it. My phone rang. I look at the caller ID. It is the phone call I have been anticipating this evening. It’s my father, a man whose approval I have always sought, on the other end of the line."Did you manage to handle that situation for me?" he inquires, a hint of expectation in his tone.
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
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 gol
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
A Taste Of DeathVictor took a deep breath, his heart racing as he moved away from the dark entrance of the dimly lit building. The unsettling silence was suddenly interrupted by the buzzing of his electronic watch, sending a rush of adrenaline through him. "Taemon! Where is everyone? Is everyone okay?" His voice shook, sounding fragile against the eerie quiet.Today was far from normal—it was the start of a high-stakes mission to find a valuable artifact rumored to be hidden inside these crumbling walls. Each heartbeat felt like a warning, raising goosebumps on his skin as he sensed danger lurking nearby. Taemon's voice came through his earpiece, a mix of relief and worry in his tone. "Oh my goodness, you scared me! I thought—" He took a breath to steady himself, the tension easing slightly. "I've found everyone except Daeseung.""What?! Where could he be?" Panic swallowed Victor as grim thoughts flooded his mind. "You need to find him—now! I can’t stand the thought of him in danger.
Oh, What A NightFor a heartbeat, it seemed like the world around them dimmed, becoming inconsequential as they basked in the warmth of that moment, untouched by the cold night. Mr. Choi seemed poised to say more, yet he simply offered a knowing nod as they stepped out onto the balcony, greeted by the crisp night air. It was a scene out of a storybook: ornate railings framed with fragrant flowers that sighed gently in the moonlight, beckoning them closer to the breathtaking vista of the sprawling city below. Victor drew nearer to Ms. DuBois, instinctively positioning himself to shield her from the biting wind while respecting the sacredness of her personal space. The invigorating night air washed over them, mingling with the distant hum of the city's vibrant nightlife. From their elevated perch, the view was nothing short of mesmerizing. They gazed out over the shimmering expanse of Lake Michigan, the city lights dancing like stars reflected on its surface. A voice floated from outdoo