"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."

The kidney operation was successful, and Ava was alive.

"How could you, Lucas? Why would you agree to marry a killer? Do you want to get killed? Why put your life at risk for my sake? You should have just allowed me to die rather than get married to her!" Ava had wailed terribly when she was told what Lucas agreed to.

"I am sorry, Amy. I did it to save you. I don't want you dead; I can't live without you." Lucas said with a low, sad voice, his eyes getting misty, and he blinked so hard, trying to push back his tears.

They were all in Ava's private hospital room. While Amy lay on the bed, which was placed at the far end of the room with no one by her side, Ava was surrounded by their parents and Lucas, each trying to console her.

Amy knew she wasn't crying because she cared about Lucas. She was shedding those fake tears because she knew she had lost to her.

Amy knew that Ava was just with Lucas because of his wealth. Lucas had grown to become a multimillionaire who was well known in the country and across the country. He had inherited his grandfather's empire, which his dad had refused to take over because he wasn't skilled in business and partnership activities.

His grandfather had sent his parents to live in the countryside, where they were to see to the affairs of the massive lands he owned over there, and during their stay there, they gave birth to their only son and child, Lucas.

Although they were crazily rich, they were also really humble because they treated her and her granny with love and respect.

Lucas was trained to be humble and loving and also to become a giver. Ava was attracted to his wealth and his handsome face and not to his inner strength.

She was someone who was protected and trained with wealth. Although their parents weren't as rich as Lucas' family, they could still afford the basics and more for up to three kids, but they chose to only provide for one child while they sent the other to live with her granny, who had little with her but did her best to give her the best she could.

Amy also knew that Ava knew nothing about Lucas' health, as he was someone who grew up with asthma. She knew that Ava couldn't handle a scare, and she wouldn't waste time to dump Lucas if she knew the kind of sickness he had.

Amy wasn't going to let Lucas get dumped by Ava after she must have taken something large for him.

"I promise you, she's just bearing the Mrs. title; she doesn't mean anything to me. You are the one I love, and I'll make sure I do everything for you, my wife." Lucas promised Ava, hugging her tightly and patting her head.

Sniffing back the nonsense liquid running from her nose, Ava asked, "You know we made an arrangement for me to move into your penthouse with you. Now that you will be getting married to her, I can no longer live with you." She shrieked loudly, her noise stinging Amy's ear.

Amy lay quietly watching the drama while shaking her head in pity for Ava because she knew that Ava wouldn't be able to handle what she had in store for her if she should cross her boundaries.

Ava's heavy cry filled the room, and Amy was pained because she had no headphones to use in blocking the stupid noise. Crying and shaking her body on purpose, Amy watched with disdain as Ava was being comforted.

Darn! The bitch could act. One could swear that she was an actress if they saw her acts, but unluckily, Ava was a lawyer. No wonder it was easy for her to manipulate Lucas into believing that she was Amy. She had made use of her manipulative and argumentative skills, and with lying evidence, she had deceived Lucas.

"Dearie, no need to be sad. Of course, you will still be moving into the penthouse and staying with me in my room. That wicked lady who isn't worthy to be called your sister is just a guest in the house who will be staying in the guest room." Lucas explained, and his words instantly struck a laughing nerve in Amy's body.

She took them aback by laughing out madly, and for some minutes, they all stopped fussing over Ava and looked at her.

"Is she insane?" Ava had asked, pausing her sobs.

Their mom nodded. "Definitely, because no sane person will steal another person's husband." She said in contempt to spite the laughing Amy, but her words made Ava begin her sobs again.

After having a good laugh, Amy said nothing. She just couldn't wait to become the legal wife of Lucas. She will make sure that no one, except her granny, steps their feet into Lucas' penthouse, which will soon become hers.

A week later, she walked down the aisle all alone because her father had refused to walk with her. She wasn't in the least bothered about his refusal. Even if he had wanted to, she wouldn't have agreed.

With a triumphant smile on her face, she leaned forward to Lucas, her feet on tiptoes when the priest proclaimed them as husband and wife and asked for the kiss.

Amy could feel the dagger-like stares shooting at her as she kissed Lucas, whose whole body was stiff.

No one was in support of their marriage, not even Lucas' parents, whom Ava had brainwashed. They all loved and wanted the fake Amy, and she was a bit glad that she was still remembered by them even though they couldn't recognize her.

Lucas and the remaining of her haters had wanted a humble wedding with only the attendance of families, but Amy had protested to it and requested a large wedding where she had to invite the people she knew.

She wanted everyone to know her as the legal wife of Lucas Tyson and not the mistress that Ava will be.

The wedding ended, and holding Lucas's arm, they were about to walk into the waiting limousine when Ava rushed forward, and with tears in her eyes, she called softly, "Babe."

Lucas' heart shattered, and he was about to pull his arms away from Amy's hold, but he couldn't because she held on tightly to it. "Find another man to call that name. He is mine now, and isn't it too early for you to act shameless and become his mistress?" Amy snapped at Ava, her eyes squinting in fury.

The crowd behind them gasped as all eyes turned to Ava, who cowered behind her parents, tears falling from her eyes.

Amy's lips spread into a victorious smile. She loved this game. She wouldn't give Ava the chance to take what's hers anymore.

"It was evening already, and Amy was in the living room, watching TV and munching on an apple, while Lucas was upstairs doing whatever thing that wasn't her business.

She hadn't gone to work, as she was on a month leave, which was given to her to have fun with her newly wedded husband.

Staying a week in his house, Amy had discovered that Lucas hadn't fully regained his memory. His remembrance of the past was just partial, and he couldn't fully remember all.

She didn't want to start relating history so as not to trigger his brain to try to remember something by force. She had let Ava keep on with the flow of her lies, and at the perfect time, just as he was able to partially remember some things, he will fully remember all.

While immersed in the event on the TV, the sudden rush of Lucas out of the elevator startled her, and she jumped out of her seat in fear, running after him, who was already at the door.

"You are here." Amy heard Lucas call out to someone who was standing outside, and after catching her breath and getting a hold of her shaky body, Amy stretched her head to see who Lucas was talking to, and her heart missed a skip when she saw Ava standing at the front of the door with all her life's luggage.

Without thinking or waiting, Amy stepped forward and gave Lucas a hard push before slamming the door on Ava, who was about to step into her house.

"She can't come into this house. I don't want her here." Amy said stubbornly, standing, her weight resting on one leg, her arms crossed across her breast, and resting her back against the wall to stop Lucas from going out and Ava from coming.

"What do you mean? Why can't she come into my own house?" Lucas asked, wearing a lost expression.

"Not just your house now. We are married couples; it's now our house. Besides, you didn't tell me that anyone would be coming?" She argued, her gaze never leaving his hardened eyes.

Lucas shook his head, his patience wearing out. He was trying very hard to talk gently with her, but she was being difficult.

"I didn't tell you? Were you deaf when I said it in the hospital that she will be leaving with us?" He growled.

"No, I wasn't. I heard that, but you weren't speaking to me. You were telling Ava, and for a moment, I thought she was going to be your wife; that's why I laughed out." Amy explained, and she stopped talking when she noticed Lucas walking toward her.

With a finger pointed to her face, almost entering her eyes, he warned, "Don't you dare give her your evil name. Her name is Amy, not Ava." He barked.

Seeing the dangerous look on his face, a feeling of fear flashed across her face, but she quickly masked it with one of amusement, and just like she had always done, she burst out laughing.

Lucas had been deeply deceived. She thought, shaking her head in pity for him. However, she didn't argue. He was outrightly fighting for her even though he wasn't aware of it.

Marching away from her, he made his way to the door with the mindset of bringing in Ava, who had been locked outside the penthouse house by Amy.

"One more step from you and I'll go online and announce to the world how a newly wedded married man wants to invite a mistress into his house. You know it will destroy your good name, right?" Amy threatened while walking to the sofa to get her phone.

Her gaze was mean, and her voice was hard, meaning that she wasn't speaking empty threats and she was truly going to do it.

Seeing Lucas halt in his steps and his body stiffening, Amy let out a small smile. He was afraid of getting his reputation soiled. He wasn't going to dare her.

He turned around to face her, his teeth on his lip, biting it down as he tried to calm his rage.

"It's late already, and she can't sleep outside. Can't you let her stay for the night?" He tried his best to speak calmly.

"No. Call a ride to take her back to wherever she's coming from. Taxi drivers still work by this time, don't they?" She asked mockingly.

Lucas wasn't a man who spent time arguing. He knew that he wasn't going to win that night, and he called Ava and pleaded with her to give him some days. He was about to order his driver to take her back to their parents' house, but Amy stopped him.

I said a taxi driver, not any of the workers. It's late, and he has to drive me out tomorrow. We wouldn't want to stress him over an unimportant thing, would we?" She questioned softly, making puppy eyes to the annoyance of Lucas.

With an exasperated sigh, Lucas gave in to her command and ordered a taxi driver who didn't waste time to come, and within some minutes, Ava was on her way back to her parents' house.

"There's no need for a visitor. We are married couples; let's enjoy ourselves together, alright?" Amy said to Lucas, who was at the barstand gulping down glasses of strong wine to quench his rage.

Thirty minutes after Ava had gone, Lucas's phone buzzed sharply on the bar stand. He snatched it up, only for his face to twist in shock at the words on the other end.

"What! Amy was involved in an accident? How? Where's the location-send it to me right now!"

His voice thundered with authority as he grabbed his coat and dashed toward the door. But just as his hand touched the knob, he froze.

Amy was already standing there, her expression unreadable, her eyes cold.

"It's late already," she said in a flat, measured tone, slipping the keys into her pocket. "I wouldn't want my man wandering into danger... not tonight."