Reclaiming the heart that belongs to me.

at I want," Amy said. Her voice was low but unyielding

through his veins like a drumbeat. Her presence, her defiance-it clawed

g with suppressed fury. "After everything Mr. Lucas has done f

coffed inwardly. Were they so blinded by

ing but cruelty, nothing but hate," she screamed silently, eyes

ainst stone. "Name your price. I'll transfer the money this instant."

, her throat tightening as anger and

oe. A mocking smirk tugged at his lips. "Don't play innocent. You'

u to marry

r like a blade, sharp and de

ng out from the lip

eep frown, Lucas asked in

lmost touching his hot muscular chest before she whispered, "Let's get married, Lucas Tyson, so that I can save A

s fiancé?" Her mom screamed, her face flushed in rage as sh

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

cas, her mom, and her da

at they were gobsmacked at her outburst because she

rents. She was a twin, and while her elder twin sister, Ava, was th

in a race and Ava had cried herself till she was sick, her parents, upset that she had made her sister sick,

me a surgeon, she had focused her attention on watching dramas and cart

cious 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 s

nts came running, shouting about the inhaler he had forgotten at home, as he was an asthmatic child. Th

became her close friend. Their closeness was palpable,

came separated when Ava and her parents came down to the countryside to check if Am

ss bags of blood had been drawn out from Amy. Staying for two months with no

skating, and Amy, wanting to bond with her twin

ether. I'll find something fun to do while I wait for Amy to get back."

ever let you go." Amy had promised, blinking sweetly at Lucas, who couldn't say n

igh-pitched laughter. She felt out of place because no one was giving her the attention she had always had, and with

no control. He screamed out for help, but help was far from his reach beca

had tumbled over to a farther distance and was lying flat on the bro

rought here in time. He is alive, but the bleedi

ucas' dad asked, "What do we do now? W

has lost his memory, and there's no assurance that he is going to regain it any time soon." His heartbreaking