All Chapters of The Perfect Enemy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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

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

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

I Got A New AttitudeMy eyes popped open the very next morning. I couldn't believe I fell asleep on the floor, curled up with my laptop. I sat up and began to stretch as I wiped the sleep away from my eyes. I don't know what time of morning I read until I fell asleep. Last night was rough. The emotional connection I'm starting to have with Beverly's past is doing something to me. I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, my eyes looked puffy from all the crying I had been doing. But it wasn't nothing; a little makeup couldn't correct. I took a quick shower and got dressed. I looked in the mirror again, and each day, it was strange how I began to feel and look different. That innocent, naive feeling that made me not have a care in the world was gone.I had no one to rely on anymore. I had no choice but to get my emotions in order, and I felt more self-assured with each passing day. It was time that I stood on my own two feet, without being able to run to Beverl