That day was one of the worst days for the Eraklyon family, one of the most richest Italian families in the world. Old Erendor Eraklyon was ill to death and now was the time for him to leave this world. So many people were fake-sad for him. And they were at the big house of the poor rich in order to know something about the will. Yes, that will was the main problem for all and everybody wished to be mentioned in that will.

In the big room of Erendor his family and relatives with doctors were waiting for his death. Even the relatives were showing their fake 'sorries' except the wife of the dieing man. Mrs. Samara was trying hard to hold her tears back. But Erendor refused to die without seeing his first son, the son he had left out from his heart like for ever. Why did he even send him away for that stupid education eight years ago? It was one of the biggest mistakes he had ever done. He thought he wouldn't ever see his face, but now his heart wanted to meet with him for the last time. The doors opened revealing a blonde man with blue eyes around 32 years old. He reached to Erendor's bad and held his hand crying.

"Sky." Erendor whispered and hugged him very tight. He wished that moment to last for ever. He was happy but then he noticed that ring. Sky noticed this too.

"We can't change the past, dad." he said. Erendor pulled away and lied back. He faced to his wife. "Give." he said. Samara pulled out a white envelope and gave it to Sky.

"Damn you, if you don't do my will." He said and closed his eyes. Samara couldn't take it any more and cried as hard as she could. A light blonde woman joined her. But she fake cried just wanting to know the reaction of her brother Sky. That woman was Diaspro, the third child of the Eraklyon. Second was a brunette with chocolate eyes. He was around 28. His name was Brandon. There was no reaction on his face as he didn't care about his father's death. He focused only on the white paper that his elder brother was holding.

Samara hugged Sky and said, "He kept thinking about you, son, why did you leave us for that girl? Did you see his expression when he saw that fing? Please, you are his only hope. He couldn't bequest properties to you brother Brandon knowing his 'living'. Don't put yourself under your father's curse and do his last wish."

"I'll try, but what if i can't?"he asked mainly himself than the others.

"So, why don't you open that envelope and read?" Brandon said burning from his desire to know about the inheritance.

"No, not now. I'll open it tomorrow." Sky said, turned over and went with tears.

"Did this old man inherited all to him?" Brandon said clenching his fist.

"We'll find out soon."said a man around 45 with black hair and yellow-green eyes. He was Diaspora's husband, Isaac. He was a sly lawyer that could even make the criminal into an innocent one.

Next day, after the funeral, Sky gave the paper to Isaac to read.

"All the properties, factories and business go to Sky. But he must also take care of Brandon and bring him in the right way and take care of their little brother Thai. Brandon will get his part of inheritance only when he gets married to an Italian girl. And until that he'll get only 50-100 euro per month. And he must try to correct 'his own mistake'." Isaac was frustrated. There was nothing about his wife in that will. Brandon was frustrated too. He'd been waiting for his 'father's' death not to get another 'father'. He hoped he would be independent at last but no. And what?! Get married?! He wasn't that man and he didn't get tired from the life he lives. All were in shock.

"Son, you have to correct your mistake." Samara saperated especially that part.

"Mom, i can't do that."

"Then you'll be cursed! Please. Last time he asked me to beg you to correct that and now you want to be cursed by your own father?"

"It's your fault. You mast have thought into what you put him." Brandon said trying hard to keep calm.

"You heard when you'll get your part of inheritance. Your father didn't want to bequest our property as you would spend it at all on your not moral places." Samara said. "If you want to get your inheritance you have to get marr..."

"As if! I'll get my part without that stupid condition!" He said and went away. Isaac smirked and went after him.

"Brandon, if you want to get your part, i can help you."