CELEBRATION GONE WRONGJames Berritton couldn't control his joy when he received a phone call directing him on how to sign the new deal which was about to be brought into besiness by the government. Though he was a worldwide business tycoon, he was also employed as a government official.The president had called him earlier and told him about his promotion. To take care of the deal properly, he was promoted from a junior government official to a senior government official."It seems like Heather hindered most of our blessings when she was still alive. It is only two weeks after we buried her and blessings have been flowing in non-stop. Your promotion calls for a celebration, my darling husband. " His wife, Rosalis, cooed, resting her bare legs on her husband's laps."Whatever you say, my darling wife," James replied, blowing kisses on her neck."Yuck!" "Can you both stop your nonsense?" Their daughter, Jude, said, walking in. Her high heels clicked on the golden tiled floor as she mov

All the things that had happened in the last few weeks—Heather's death, her threatening letter, and everything else that had happened, including the hospitalization of Mr. and Mrs. Berritton—were left under the bridge as food for the sharks.Berritton was relieved when his heart stopped pounding, increasing his blood pressure, and when thoughts stopped clouding his mind. He had spoken with the entire police force, which was investigating her daughter's murder, and urged them to close the case.And just like he wanted, the case was closed after all; who can say no to him? There was only one thing that was bothering him, but he was sure he would nab it at the perfect time.Though he was a family man, blessed with a wife and two adorable kids who were now in their early twenties, he still had concubines whom he hooked up behind his wife's death.There was not even a single time he feared being caught because he always used his money to silence those he got himself involved with. As he sa

Late in the evening, Berriton's doorbell rang. Jude, who had been sitting in the living room all that time, her eyes fixed on the television, swung her legs off the couch and went to answer it.She met face-to-face with the minister, who stood straight with a wide smile across his face. "Oh my gosh!" "Mr. Harry, is this you?" Jude asked, stretching her hand forward for a handshake."Of course, and you are?" He asked, accepting the handshake."Am Jude. Jude Berriton." She smiled sweetly. "Please do have a seat." I'll go and call my father. "He has been talking non-stop about you," she said, ushering him in, and Harry smirked. "Really? Am flattered." He responded, flopping on the couch. Jude called the head maid and asked her to make him comfortable as she ran upstairs screaming her dad's name.After a while, Berriton came downstairs, accompanied by his wife. His jet black hair was dripping water, which flowed down his shiny skin and settled as large droplets, which made him appear sex