"I'll only agree to donate my kidney if you give me what I want," Amy said. Her voice was low but unyielding, her trembling lips barely hiding the fire in her eyes.

Lucas's jaw tightened, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. Rage thudded through his veins like a drumbeat. Her presence, her defiance-it clawed at his patience. He wanted her gone, out of his sight, yet she stood firm.

"Ava, why are you so greedy?" Her mother snapped, voice shaking with suppressed fury. "After everything Mr. Lucas has done for our family-and even for Amy-you still demand more from him?"

Amy froze, her heart plunging. Ava? She scoffed inwardly. Were they so blinded by hatred that even her name was denied her?

Her hands curled into fists. Done for me? "He has given me nothing but cruelty, nothing but hate," she screamed silently, eyes burning as they locked onto Lucas's face-twisted with contempt.

"How much?" Lucas finally ground out, his voice like steel scraping against stone. "Name your price. I'll transfer the money this instant." His fists clenched and unclenched, barely holding back his impatience.

"I don't want your money," Amy rasped, her throat tightening as anger and her mother's words scorched her heart.

Lucas tilted his head slowly, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. A mocking smirk tugged at his lips. "Don't play innocent. You've always been after money. Say it-whatever figure you want, I'll-"

"I want you to marry me, Lucas."

The words cut through the air like a blade, sharp and deliberate, stopping him cold.

"What!" The word rang out from the lips of her mom and dad.

With squinted eyes and a deep frown, Lucas asked in a growl, "What do you mean?"

Rather than cower back at the sight of his dangerous look, Amy stepped forward and leaned towards him, her body almost touching his hot muscular chest before she whispered, "Let's get married, Lucas Tyson, so that I can save Ava." Saying this, she stepped back away from him, her eyes looking straight ahead as she walked back to her seat.

"You thief! How dare you ask to get married to your sister's fiancé?" Her mom screamed, her face flushed in rage as she jumped up from her seat and marched to where Amy had sat.

She raised her hands to hit her, but her eyes widened in shock, and her heart stopped beating for a moment when Amy swiftly grabbed her hand in the air, and with a mean look on her face, she warned, "Don't you dare try to lay a finger on me again. You may be my mother, but I don't regard you as that, and I wouldn't hesitate to hit you back if you dare hit me." She threatened before throwing down her mom's hand and wiping off the invisible dirt on her hand.

Everyone was stunned. Lucas, her mom, and her dad instantly became dumb.

Amy could tell what they were thinking. She knew that they were gobsmacked at her outburst because she had never in her life spoken in that manner to them.

Amy, a young lady of twenty-six, was a daughter disliked by both parents. She was a twin, and while her elder twin sister, Ava, was the apple of her parents' eyes, she was the tears stinging their eyes.

At age seven, she had been apart from her parents and sister; after an incident where she had won her sister in a race and Ava had cried herself till she was sick, her parents, upset that she had made her sister sick, sent her to the countryside to live with her grandma, who played the motherly role in her life by loving her.

At age seven, she was smart and intelligent, and having aspired to become a surgeon, she had focused her attention on watching dramas and cartoons and also reading children's magazines that were related to medicine.

Despite all these, Amy was still lonely, but her loneliness came to an end when, on a certain day, while alone in the woods, Amy saw an unconscious boy lying on the grass. His breathing had stopped, his face was pale, and his lips were turning blue. Amy's heart raced-she remembered seeing on TV how doctors breathed into people to save them. Without thinking, she pinched his nose, covered his mouth with hers, and blew gently.

Once. Twice. Suddenly, the boy coughed, his chest rising again. Relief washed over her just as his parents came running, shouting about the inhaler he had forgotten at home, as he was an asthmatic child. They scooped him up and hurried toward the hospital, while Amy sat frozen, her small hands still shaking.

After that incident, the same boy, whose name was Lucas, became her close friend. Their closeness was palpable, and it also made the boy's parents and her grandma close.

Together, the five of them became a family for six years before the happy family became separated when Ava and her parents came down to the countryside to check if Amy was a compatible blood donor for Ava, as Ava was sick and in need of a blood donor.

For two months, Ava stayed with them and gradually became well after countless bags of blood had been drawn out from Amy. Staying for two months with no friends of hers with her, Ava was jealous of the bond between Amy and Lucas.

One day, Ava had suggested that they all go ice-skating, and Amy, wanting to bond with her twin sister, had agreed, but Lucas was reluctant to go.

"I can't ice-skate," he told them. "The both of you should have fun together. I'll find something fun to do while I wait for Amy to get back." He had said, smiling at Amy, and his softness towards her irritated Ava.

"If you can't do something, you learn to do it. C'mon, I'll hold your hands and never let you go." Amy had promised, blinking sweetly at Lucas, who couldn't say no to her pretty face, and without another word, he agreed, trusting Amy's promise.

They were ice-skating. Lucas holding on to Amy, and Ava on her own. Ava grew jealous of their constant screams and high-pitched laughter. She felt out of place because no one was giving her the attention she had always had, and with angry speed, Ava rushed towards Amy and Lucas and forcefully pulled Amy away from Lucas, who was holding on to her.

Lucas' hold on Amy loosened, and he felt his feet running down the ice with no control. He screamed out for help, but help was far from his reach because Ava was holding Amy, berating her for not wanting to have fun with her.

Before Amy could release herself from Ava and run to save Lucas, he had tumbled over to a farther distance and was lying flat on the broken ice, blood dripping from the side of his head and his eyes closed.

"He could have lost his life if he hadn't been brought here in time. He is alive, but the bleeding in his brain was extreme." The doctor had said.

In a voice that was heavy with fear, Lucas' dad asked, "What do we do now? What's the exact issue with his brain?"

Heaving a deep breath, the doctor had said, "I am sorry to say, there's nothing that can be done for now. Lucas has lost his memory, and there's no assurance that he is going to regain it any time soon." His heartbreaking news shattered everyone, and Amy immediately wanted to die when the accusatory stare of Lucas's mom fell on her.

No one believed that she didn't let go of him on purpose. Ava wasn't helping issues because rather than confess that she was the one who pulled her away from Lucas, she told everyone that Amy had dared Ava to race with Lucas, whom she knew couldn't ice-skate.

Again, her parents blamed her for being the cause of Lucas' ailment, and thinking she had hurt Ava, they took Ava back to the city and abandoned her, this time, for good in the countryside.

Lucas' parents also relocated to the city so that they could put their only son in the best hospital.

Amy felt terribly lonely and devastated. She had cried every single day. She had tried to kill herself, but her grandmother never let her out of her sight for once.

"I believe you, Amy. You have a kind heart, and you have always cared for Lucas. I know that you didn't abandon him. Something had happened, and no one is telling the truth about it. Forget about everything; I'll be here for you any day and any time." Her granny had constantly comforted her with those words.

Years passed, and at age eighteen, Amy got into a local college to study surgical medicine. She heard nothing about Ava or her parents. There was also no news about Lucas, whose parents cut her and her grandma off from their lives.

While in the local college, she had been studious and determined to be the best. Well, her seriousness paid off because she received a scholarship to study abroad in one of the best colleges.

Eight years later, Amy became one of the most sought-after surgeons. She was skilled with her medical instruments, and her brain was twice as fast as a calculator when it came to the operation.

Having successfully operated on thirteen patients without any mention of accident or death, Amy became the best surgeon in the city.

Several years had passed, but Amy hadn't forgotten about Lucas and Ava, including her parents, but still, she decided to live while hoping to see them one day. To reward her granny for her priceless love for her, she bought a mansion for her grandma and a penthouse for herself.

"I want great-grandchildren. When are you going to introduce your man to me?" Her granny had constantly rung in her ears, but she usually jokingly brushed the topic under the carpet.

She wasn't interested in getting married at age twenty-six. The only love of her life was nowhere to be found, and no one had stolen his place in her heart yet.

A gala occasion came up for top professionals, and Amy was invited. She dressed so simply and classily. No one in the outside world really knew her because she didn't allow the hospital she worked in to announce her fame. She wanted a private life and not one being chased after by reporters.

Dressed in a short, golden, sleeveless gown with expensive heels, the right amount of makeup on her face, and her hair rolled up into a bun, Amy was looking beautiful as she walked majestically into the hall that was grand and stunning.

She was acknowledged by people who knew her and ignored by people who didn't. The party was going on well, and Amy was loving it, but her joy was cut short when the host came onto the stage.

In shock, the wine glass in Amy's hand shattered on the glass floor when she saw Lucas Tyson, her best friend and first love, being introduced as the host.

All eyes had turned to her, and they were clearly able to see her because she was under the light.

On hearing the clattering sound, Lucas had turned his gaze to the direction the sound came from, and the smiley expression on his face deepened into a frown when he saw Amy.

"Babe, I am here." A shrill voice was suddenly heard from the background, and the bearer of the voice walked onto the stage wearing a sweeping, shining, armless black gown that had a daring slit that exposed her long, hairy left leg and glowing olive skin.

"Ava," Amy found the words coming out of her mouth in a whisper, a dumbfounded look slamming on her face.

Seeing that Lucas wasn't paying attention to her, Ava's eyes followed Lucas' deadly gaze, and they fell on Amy, who was standing on a spot, her hands trembling, tears streaming down her face.

"Whoa! They look alike. Are they twins?" One man had asked, and his question gave rise to loud exclamations and small chatter between the guests.

Amy ignored them and walked-ran up to the stage to hug her sister, whom she hadn't seen for years, but she stopped in her tracks when Ava let out a high cry like she was being strangled and hid at the back of Lucas, and Lucas, with speed, lurched forward and pushed back Amy from coming closer.

She stumbled on her heels and found herself rolling on the steps that led to the stage. Immediately she landed on the last one; pain shot through her bones, and her body felt hot like she was burning in a fire because the pain was squeezing every bone in her body.

"Ouch!" She had cried, hot tears pouring down her face, a hurting look mixed with shock on her face, which she raised up to look at Lucas.

"She's the one. That's my sister who had hurt me and had also caused you to be hospitalised for years. She's back to hurt me because you are with me. Get her out of here, or else she's going to kill me." Ava screamed, unexpected tears rolling from her eyes while pointing at Amy, who was also crying on the floor.

She was screaming so loud and acting really scared, and to perfect her act, she fainted. She was almost landing on the floor when Lucas grabbed her and carried her into his arms before turning to Amy's direction, and with teeth clenched together, he threatened,

"Ava, I promise to end your life if anything happens to my girlfriend, Amy."

"How dare you speak to your mother in that manner?" The loud, angry voice of her father had made her heart jump, and she dragged her mind back to the present, the past flashing away from her head.

Tears had begun to flow from her eyes as she was thinking about what had happened to her when she saw Lucas and Ava, and she quickly wiped them off.

"Tsk. Why the fake tears now? Are you looking for a person to pity you?" Her mom scoffed, the words in her mouth coming out with hatred.

"Does an evil person seek pity from good human beings? If you want to be pitied, ask for another thing from Lucas and don't try to steal him away from Amy." Her mom screamed the last part of her words.

Amy shot her eyes up, her brows narrowing and her eyes wandering about as she began thinking.

"Amy? I don't get it. Are you so confused you can't get our names right again? I am A..."

"Shut that trash you call a mouth. We didn't ask for any explanation. We are your parents who named the both of you, and whatever we like, we will call you, alright?" Her dad barked at her, spit flying from his mouth and landing on her face.

As she rubbed the spit off her face, she stared at them, her eyes gradually widening in surprise.

She was beginning to understand something. Her mother calling her Ava the other time wasn't a mistake. They had now changed her name to Ava and Ava's to Amy.

Something was wrong. Had Lucas regained his memory and remembered her? Are they trying to make Ava become her?

Two feelings rushed into her mind. First, a joyful feeling that Lucas might have regained his memory and had remembered her, and the second feeling was one of rage. Her parents were trying to make her become Ava, whom she was sure Lucas hated, and make Ava become Amy, the person he has always loved.

She didn't blame Lucas for not being able to detect their lies because she and Ava looked very identical. Now that she knew their plan, she was never going to agree to being Ava.

"Hahaha," she laughed devilishly while throwing her head backwards.

After having a good laugh, she bent her head a bit to her parents' level and whispered, "Is this the scheme you both are up to? Trying to give Ava my name because Lucas has regained his memory and remembered me?"

At her last sentence, she heard her father take a long breath, his breathing hoarse and sounding ugly.

Her mom's facial reaction confirmed her guess because a look of fear crossed her face before it instantly turned to one of rage.

Raising her lips to a corner, Amy whispered, "Not this time, Mom and Dad. I won't give Ava what has always been mine again. This time, I am getting him back whether you like it or not." She promised, her voice hard and filled with coldness.

At first, when she had told Lucas to get married to her, she was a bit scared of her parents, but after understanding their scheme, her fear dissipated, and boldness mixed with fury grew within her.

Taking a step back away from her fuming parents, Amy walked up to Lucas, who stood tall, his handsome face masked up with disgust.

She wasn't a bit concerned about how he felt. He had been deceived, and it was her duty to save him since it's what she had been doing ever since she met him.

"Do you agree to the marriage, or do you want her dead?" Amy asked with confidence, tilting her head back, waiting for his answer.

"I can't." He growled. "I got engaged to Amy a long time ago, and I promised that when the time is right, we will be getting married, and I am sure you are aware that our marriage is in a week." Lucas spoke with clenched teeth, veins popping out from his neck as he growled at her.

Her heart fell, and her eyes became misty. Gosh! He had truly regained his memory because he still remembered his promise to her.

"When she was twelve years old and Lucas fourteen, they had read a romantic novel together, and in the novel, the billionaire man left his wife and chased after a mistress. Lucas was angered by the character's action towards his wife, and he threw the novel away.

"Don't read that." He has said while stroking away the strands of hair falling and covering his face.

"No man should be like him, and no woman should be treated like that. If you make me your husband, you will never be treated like that. I'll love you till we die." He had told her with a sincere voice, his eyes looking deep into her soul.

"Do you want to become my husband and love me till we die?" Amy had asked.

"Yes." He nodded.

"Then propose." Amy had cajoled him, with her hands rubbing his face.

Without hesitating, Lucas had kneeled and popped the question, "Amy Ronald, will you marry me?"

With tears in her eyes, she had accepted, and right there, Lucas put an invisible ring on her hand. "On this day, I have gotten engaged with the most precious gem the world has offered me, and I promise to get married to her when the time is right." He had yelled loudly in the woods where they were.

"What if something happens and you don't?" Amy had asked him playfully.

"Nothing will ever happen. You will be by my side till I die. If I don't get married to you, let the evil fairy witch strike me dead." He had proclaimed with a serious face, and Amy agreed with a smile.

They had been young and didn't know what the future held for them. Their wishes would have come to pass if only Ava hadn't shown up.

As she thought about their promises, she wasn't conscious that she had begun sobbing. She couldn't hold back the tears, and she fell onto her knees, her face in her palms, her sob hard and pitiful.

She missed Lucas. She missed him so much she couldn't explain it.

She wasn't going to let the evil fairy strike her man. She was going to help him fulfill his wish by getting married to him no matter what.

"Ava will die..." She began with a cracked voice but was shut up by her mom.

"Of course you will die, Ava, if you keep on giving Amy your evil name." Her mom screamed at her.

They were in the hospital reception, and whilst giving one another deadly stares, a doctor hurriedly walked up to them.

"Mr. Ronald, time isn't on our side again. We need the kidney donor now, or else, in less than an hour, Miss Amy will be dead."

Hearing that, Lucas' heart flew into his mouth, and without thinking, he announced, "I'll marry you, Ava. Give your kidney now to Amy."