Reclaiming the heart that belongs to me.

If only the eyes could kill, Amy would have been long dead because Lucas's eyes shot fire and brimstone when he saw Amy do what she did.

His phone kept on ringing and buzzing as calls and different messages poured in.

Amy, in an unbothered manner, had strolled back to the cushion and crossed her legs, an apple in her hands.

Lucas, on the other hand, stood rooted to a spot, confused about what to do. His hands itched badly to beat Amy, but he knew he couldn't because it was against the law, and he also didn't want a bad name.

He walked up to her, his body burning in rage. "What are you doing?" He asked through clenched teeth.

"Saving you from the evil of the night." She was aware that Lucas was afraid of darkness. He hated any dark place and black outfits.

"Have you gone insane? Did I tell you I need you to save me?" He dragged each word in anger, his voice sounding so angry.

"You don't need to tell me. I am your wife, and I know that, and I should be there to save you even if you don't ask for my help." Amy answered with a big smile on her face before biting her teeth into her apple.

Lines of frustration stretched out on Lucas' head, and despite the high AC turned on in the house, sweat was still dripping down his forehead.

He paced around the room trying very hard to breathe in enough air to keep from running out of patience before he spoke again to Amy. This time, he tried to speak as softly as he could so as not to triple Amy's anger.

"Ava, your sister is out there, lying all alone on the road with no one by her side." Lucas started, his words coming out from his lips one by one in a gentle manner, but his hands, which were behind him, curled up in a fist.

"C'mon darling husband, don't be so dramatic." Amy drawled in a sweet voice, also trying to act calm and understanding so that Lucas could also understand her own point. "She isn't alone. The people disturbing your phone with calls are by her side, and if they are not enough, the only help you can render to her is to call her parents. Anything apart from that, you won't be doing it." Amy said plainly, forcing her lips to spread in a smile to reduce the sharpness of her voice.

Lucas was helpless as he stood giving her a deep, piercing, hateful gaze.

After staring for a while and getting no reaction from Amy, who was seated comfortably munching her apple, Lucas thundered in a cruel voice, "I swear, if anything should happen to Amy, I'll strangle you to death." He fumed before marching into the elevator, his fingers tapping furiously on his phone.

"Don't worry, darling husband. Nothing will happen to Amy; she's right here with you." She whispered.

The next day, Amy decided to visit her parents' house. Yes, she had a loathing towards them, and she disliked Ava, but nevertheless, she was still her twin sister, and she was supposed to show concern.

On getting to the entrance of her parents' duplex, a servant opened the door for her, and when the female servant saw that she was the one, she eyed her scornfully and said in a voice high in disdain, "My lady said not to allow you into her house."

Amy looked down at her from head to toe while inwardly feeling a bit insulted. This human being was nothing but a rag in her sight, but just for the sake of humanity, she was still trying to accord her some respect, but it seems that the servant was far from being respected.

"Are you sick?" Amy asked, a disrespectful smirk on her face.

"Should I remind you of your position in this house? I'd better remind you. You are nothing but a servant–a dirty thing to everyone in the house, including me. If you don't want to hear more of what you are, you had better get your ugly self away from this entrance this instant." She said with a venomous voice.

Her words and harsh look reset the maid's head, and she quickly bowed her head, trying to apologize. She had been working with the Ronald's family for two years, and although she hadn't seen Amy before, she was familiar with the attitude and words dished out to Amy even in her absence.

On seeing Amy, she had immediately guessed that she was the lady making Miss Amy-Ava-sad and wanting to act like a loyal maid. She tried to be disrespectful to her, but she got slapped on the face by Amy's word.

Amy wasn't going to settle for nonsense again. She was no longer the fearful, timid little child of seven years old. She was now a smart, pretty lady of twenty-six who no one could look down on again.

Getting into the living room, Amy saw her mom and dad standing over a sofa, their backs turned against her.

Curiosity took the best of her, and she stretched her neck to see what they were looking at, and her eyes widened in shock when she saw Ava seated on a man's thigh, and the man was no other than Lucas.

She fumed inwardly, her fist forming a bunch. She was here to check up on her sister, but she caught her husband, who had asked for the key to leave the house so that he could go to work.

He had lied to her, and she would punish him when she got home, but now, she was taking that bitch away from her husband's body and she will make sure whatever she says annoys Ava.

"Lucas, darling," she cooed softly, "I got your message for help, and I'm here to save you. You don't have to be afraid-I even brought two strong men with me. Now, love... push that scary thing off you, and come into my arms." Amy called out, her calm but commanding voice announcing her arrival.