Novels by Amber Tee

Author’s Note Dear Readers, Thank you so much for following this story so far. Writing it has been a journey, but at this point I realize I’m not feeling the flow of it anymore. Rather than forcing it, I’ve decided to mark it as completed here for now. That doesn’t mean the story is gone forever. I may return to it later when inspiration strikes again. For now, I want to focus on projects I feel more connected to and can give my best energy. I’m deeply grateful for everyone who has read, supported, and commented along the way. Your encouragement means more than I can say. 💕 With love, Amber Tee

Rebecca POV The second time I open my eyes, I feel a lot better. The hospital is filled with beeping noises and that smell of disinfectant. My body feels sore. Mum is still seated. It’s like she didn’t move. “Becky” she says lightly. “How are you?” I sit up slowly. Cupping my head with my hand. “What…what happened” I ask. “Oh Becky” she says “you got run over by a car and hit your head hard” I sit for while trying to process the information. Then I remember. The noise from the car just before it hit me. “Mum… promise me you won’t tell Donald about….” I gesture to my stomach. “Why honey…?” She says. Rubbing my arms. Look of worry plastered on her face. “and why didn’t you tell me?” “Mum…” I sob “Sssh” you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want too. “Donald is far dangerous than I thought…he’s involved in terrible things and he used me mum” a tear rolls down my face. She brushes it away gently. “It’s okay, darling…don’t talk about it…” She pauses fiddling wi

Mikes POV I couldn’t be more happier about the news. Donald looks like he’s heart has been ripped into pieces. Though he’s trying to hide it. He will get over it. But for now, we have business to take care of. When I walk into the room. Bianca is by the doorway. Holding a mug and blowing into it. She’s wearing a white robe. She doesn’t look up when I walk in. “You don’t trust me do you?” She asks without looking up. “I don’t trust anyone B” I say tossing my car keys on the couch. She’s silent. She stirs the tea around with the spoon. I watch her. I can hear the metal clicking against the ceramic. “It’s funny because I don’t trust you too, but here I am” I say nothing. “You might not understand the weight of what I just did” she says finally. “An agent doesn’t turn on a mission. Not unless she’s ready to be buried by the people she worked for. But I did. I didn’t just cross a line, Mike, I burned the map.”She looks at me now, her fingers tightening around the mug and the

Rebecca’s POVWhen I run out, I don’t go straight home. I drive. Tears running down my face, struggling to see the road through my glassy eyes. Then I pull up at the office. It’s getting late and the weather is cold. I pack my car farther across the road, behind a tinted delivery van away from the staff entrance. I don’t want anyone to know I came around today. I wipe my tears with the back of my hand and wrap my coat around me. Inside,the building is silent. The type that only exists after hours, when most staff have gone home and the only signs of life are the noise of the severs still running. I nod at the janitor on the second floor. He gives me a long look but says nothing.My badge still works.I didn’t plan this.I swear I didn’t.But my body moves like it’s been waiting for this all along.I take the elevator up to the sixth floor. Where the real files are kept. Not the ones clients see. Not the ones we show in court.The confidential records department.Sealed, Secured

Donalds POVWhen I walk into mikes house. The house is quiet. He’s sitting on the arm of the chair. The air feels heavy and it smells of whiskey and something burnt.‘aunt he tried to cook again. Bianca is no where in site. He is deep in thought. “Mike!” I call out. He stands up immediately. “We need to talk” I say He takes a moment, glances at the hallway briefly. “Let’s go for a drive” He doesn’t speak until we are ten minutes out. Just the sound of gravel as we drive over the concrete. We pull off at an abandoned gas station, he kills the engine but leaves the music on and leaves the window slightly open. “I ended it,” I say after a moment.He doesn’t look surprised. Doesn’t ask who.“Rebecca,” I clarify. “It’s done.”Mike smirks. “Finally. I was starting to think you wanted to get buried wearing the Montclair name.”I let that jab slide. I’ve already buried enough.“She was never part of the plan,” I say quietly.“No,” he says, dryly. “But you started acting like she was

Rebecca’s pov. I did not tell anyone I was coming to meet father. And now that I am standing at the door before I push the door open, I am second guessing my decision. He’s voice over the phone shook me in ways I can’t explain. I could barely sleep at night. when I finally drift off to sleep, I wake up before my alarm goes off. I push the door open. It creaks lightly. I don’t bother checking the living room, I just walk straight up the stairs. Dread creeping under my skin. When I push the study door open, he isn’t there. The house is so quiet that even my footsteps seem to echoe into the hallway. I am scared to make a noise. I pass my old room. The door is wide open. It’s clean. I walk in and walk to the dresser. The room is empty apart from the furniture. I look into the mirror. I used to stand here every morning. Wondering when my bum would grow out and get Lincoln. My high school crush to notice me.I smile at the memory. But now that’s all it is, memories. I walk out.