BEGINNING OF THE END.

My name is Jerusha. It means
"possession" in Hebrew and I know exactly whose possession I am-Yahweh's, and, of course, my famous Daddy's, Archbishop Powell. But someday, I'll belong to someone else. My husband. I don't know him yet but that guy must be no less than my Daddy in riches....and all. I'm still looking out for him, my darling.

The whole Christian world watches me. My holier-than-thou siblings expect me to follow their perfect paths. Soft. Kind. Rule-following. That's not me. I can't live like they do. Nay. Not yet.

You know, I'm supposed to forgive, supposed to have a big heart... but there are two things I can't forgive. No, scratch that-two people. Raymond and Sienna.

I've got backup. Skylar, the politician's daughter, and Justine, the business mogul's kid. My amazingly crazy besties, my ride-or-dies. Together, we've got a mission. Just hoping we stay strong-and that Yahweh doesn't show up.

You know what they say: many are the plans in a man's heart but...