The Lockwood name was Mayflower old and the family tree could be traced back to the Renaissance era, along with their fortune. Their money made banks and every politician in DC, from the newest lobbyist to the president himself, owed them at least one favor. The Lockwoods weren't just the best ally, they were the gate keepers, the green pastures and the salvation all rolled up in a shiny can't-fuck-with package. Alistair Lockwood was feared by most and respected by all. His ruthlessness in the business world was only matched by his dedication to his family. Not just as a patriarch responsible to maintain and flourish their status and the family legacy, but also as a father who had welcomed each one of his three children with the biggest pride and continued to love them through the years just as strongly, if not more. His wife, Ophelia, was a blue blood southern debutant from a powerful political dynasty. They were the perfect social, political and economic match, with his power and her southern charm. The added bonus was that they were just as in love as they were on their wedding day thirty some years later, if not more. Their oldest son, Hayes, was the apple of their eyes. They had loved him and respected his choices since he had been born. They had given him everything, including the chance to live his life as he saw fit. Hayes knew he was a Lockwood, but for years he had stayed away, living his life as Dante, a club owner and kinky as it gets individual. He took and did as he pleased, only taking real pleasure in bending others to his will and bringing them to his debauchery level. Some loved and some hated him, but he always left them wanting more... Cassandra Lockwood couldn't be qualified as the beautiful one, as all the Lockwoods carried beauty and charms. No, she was the best of them all. Smart, dedicated, caring and ready to change the world. Everyone in their circle knew her as the beauty too involved in charity work to even date, although every bachelor in their circle had tried and every businessman with a son of age with an overzealous ambition to climb the political, social and economic ladder had pitched the idea of a family merger to Alistair Lockwood at some point or another... Price Lockwood was the youngest one and everybody's favorite. He was spoiled and happy, but respectful and always ready to help. He had grown into a lovely young man, although still finding himself. His circle of friends included princesses waiting to marry and heirs with more money than brain. They were young, happy and richer than Croesus, all that mattered to them, was living life to the fullest. The Lockwoods were indeed the perfect family. Their way of life affected millions of lives, but some in ways no one would ever believe. No one would ever guess at what went on behind closed doors. No one would ever know the depravity and passion the ecstasy and elation, the fear and heartbreak that came with loving a Lockwood. But no one who's ever been lucky enough to get a taste of their world ever wanted to leave. Such was the Lockwood Dynasty.
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