"Will getting married save me from Raphael's wrath?" Luke had asked his mother, Miranda.
She stared at him with worry. "Not at all, Getting married would only make the property yours which is important. Your grandfather did so much, he lost his wife to build this so please don't let it crumble."
"Why me?" Luke was frustrated and scared. "Why does it have to be me?" He held his head and groaned before kicking whatever he saw before him.
"I'm sorry, son. I'm sorry but...you have to do this."
"What if I choose to die instead? There's no use in doing all these things because I still have that trauma that makes my life a living hell, Mom!"
"Luke," she held his shoulder. "Luke, my son, look at me," she held his face but the look on his face made her pull him into her hands.
