He walked into his mother's bedroom and he could see her sitting on the bed, wearing her black silk nightie as she sipped from her glass of wine.
“Ryker,” she cried soberly as he walked towards the bed, with his face stiffened and cold.
He kept silent as he stood before the bed.
“You aren't going to sit?” She asked.
“No, I'm not here to gist with you. I wanna inform you that I'll be getting married to Sasha in a few weeks' time,” he informed.
“No, you can't do that,” she refuted, shaking her head.
“Why?!” He snapped.
“With all the dramas going on in this family, all you could think of is your marriage to Sasha?” She asked in a rather high tone.
“Yes, because they're none of my damn business. You rule the home, and everything is under your control!” He fired.
She swallowed hard and
