DOORSTEP DEATHHeather's unconcious body was surrounded by more than four surgeons, both clad in white gowns and blue surgical masks. In a hurried manner, they used sanitizers to clean their hands together with the surgical instruments, which were arranged on the aluminum tray beside the bed, and started their surgery.The head surgeon took a bottle of jik, which was among the surgical equipment in the tray, and pressed it against Heather's cheeks. Her already pale, dry lips opened, and he shoved the contents down her throat.He then signaled the other surgeons to start the operation. Her eyes were first fished out of their orbes and carefully placed on another clean empty tray. They used a bunch of white cotton to stop the blood from oozing out of the empty orbes. They all moved aside to wait for the blood to settle and the jik in her system to take effect, with disgusted expressions on their faces.The purpose of the jik was to make her skin tender for easy peeling off. When the bl
FINDING THE MURDERERA crowd of people murmured on the roadside. Women cried loudly, patting their heads in anger. Men sighed, pulling their real or imaginary beards, probably thinking about how cruel a human being can become. The sons cursed, patting and heaving their chests like angry bulls. The daughters wailed aloud, wondering why a young girl similar to their age was murdered in such a way.The entire police force of the entire town was there to assure people of their security. They examined the mutilated body that was lying in front of the road to see if they could find any visible evidence apart from the truck that they had taken to the police station.At first, residents pleaded with the police to let the car free, noting that the owner may be among the crowd. When they investigated the truck, they believed it belonged to the killer since it was flooded with fresh blood on the back. Despite an announcement to the crowd, asking the owner to surrender him or herself, no one appe
FUNERALThe Berritton family, all dressed in black expensive gowns with matching black shoes and headscarfs, stood at the front as the mass was carried on. They all had black handkerchiefs in their hands, which they used to wipe their tears as the mass went on.Almost everyone from every corner of the world has attended. Anyway, who wouldn't if the country's president had also attended? Though more than a million people attended the funeral, not all of them were mourners. Some were busybodies who came to take a look at the legendary Berroton's mansion. It was named the biggest and most expensive mansion in the entire world.Its walls were painted with real gold. It was said that when Berritton rose to power, he made his constructors melt real gold into paint. The chairs inside the house were also made from pure gold. Anyone who managed to walk into Berriton's mansion was mesmerized by what they saw.Many had to be dragged outside by force because they never wanted to leave. The golde
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
TROUBLES"Sir, we found the truck that carried your daughter the night she was murdered. We would like you to fly down a soon as possible." The conversation he had with the police earlier kept rringing in his head. Earlier, when Berritton received the call, he boarded his private jet as soon as he could. Thank goodness, his pilot resided not far from his mansion. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when the plane landed. A person could think he was glad because he had landed safely or because there was a good sign her daughter's murderer would be brought to light soon, but that was not the case. Ever since he read the letter, he had never been at peace. He felt like there was a person somewhere who knew all his evil deeds. He was sure the letter wasn't read by a single being, but the fact that it passed through the hands of many made him restless. When Berritton left, his wife ran back into the room, determined to find whatever letter had been brought to her husband and get a glimps
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
Early the next morning, when the first crow croaked, Berriton's phone rang, waking him from his peaceful sleep. He'd been turning and turning in his bed all night, as if the entire world's black ants had become his bedmates. It was only in the wee hours of the morning that his eyes became drowsy.Clicking loudly, he picked up his phone and rubbed his eyes, trying to take a look at the caller. When his mind clicked on Tanasha, he quickly slipped from his bed, falling down in the process, and a painful groan escaped his lips."What the hell will she call this early?" "Don't she know I'm married?" He complained, blaming her for his fall.He silently walked out of the house in fear of waking up his wife, who was still sleeping, and answered the call."Good morning, sir." "Sorry for calling you this early." A deep voice from the other end apologized. A relieved sigh escaped his lips when he realized he was panicking for the wrong reason—the caller wasn't Tanasha but someone else."Who is t
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