Chapter 4 He is mine now.

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.