Novel-novel oleh Amycee

For a second, I just stood there, smiling to myself, weighing my options. Should I play it cool, pretend I hadn’t noticed, and wait for the fun of watching their faces when they realized I was here? Or should I make my presence known immediately, and enjoy the reaction head-on?Tempting as it was to lurk and watch them squirm, curiosity and mischief won out. I walked straight over, pulled out a chair, and settled in like I’d been invited.Sophia’s head snapped up first. Her eyes went wide, her mouth opening and closing like she’d been caught red-handed. Mason registered my presence a moment later, surprise flickering across his face before settling into a slow, amused grin.“Well, well,” I said smugly, folding my arms across the table. “Now this is a sight worth walking into.”Neither of them spoke. I leaned back, waving a waiter over. “But before we start… I need to order something for myself. No reason to waste the trip.”When the waiter left with my order, I didn't say a word on pu

Every sunrise brought us nearer to her arrival. Our daughter.Now that the gender was no longer a secret, the entire family carried a new kind of excitement. Liam, most of all, couldn’t contain himself. True to his word, he had the nursery repainted pink, smirking the whole time as he reminded me that the neutral color had been a “waste of paint.”Soon after, tiny pink gifts started appearing out of nowhere. Not new purchases, I realized he’d been stockpiling them all along. Blankets. Tiny dresses. A crib mobile with soft pastel flowers. Piece by piece, he brought them out like treasures he had been waiting for the right moment to reveal, filling the nursery with proof of just how much he had longed for her.I teased him for being obsessed, but the truth was, I was glad. Glad that his wish had come true, that his first child would be the daughter he had longed for. A boy would have been just as loved, of course, but having a girl first carried a special kind of joy.---One evening, w

After Liam dropped Sophia and me back home, he returned to the office. I dozed off before he came back, but half-asleep I heard him moving around the room. I waited for him to climb into bed beside me. When I opened my eyes minutes later, his side was still empty.I made my way downstairs and found him in the living room with Sophia. She was stretched out on the couch, the TV still playing in the background though neither of them paid it any attention. They were deep in conversation, Liam’s face set in that familiar mix of charm and determination.The second he noticed me, he fell silent. Sophia looked at me, then burst into laughter.I dropped onto the couch across from them, narrowing my eyes. I already knew. “Alright. What’s he offering now?”Sophia giggled. “The same car I begged him for when I turned twenty-one. He told me to ask Dad back then. Now suddenly it’s his bargaining chip.”I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh. “Really, Liam? A car?”His jaw set stubbornly. “

When Sophia and I finally left the Black residence and returned home, Liam was already there.I found him stretched out on the bed, grinning so wide it was almost boyish. The joy rolling off him filled the room with a warmth that pulled me in before I even spoke.“What are we celebrating?” I asked, raising a brow. “Or are you just lying there smiling for no reason?”His grin widened. “What’s there not to celebrate?”I folded my arms. “Liam Black, out with it.”He lifted his hands in mock defense. “But I’m always smiling.”I snorted. “Please. You brood more than you smile. Try again.”He let out an exaggerated sigh, though the warmth in his eyes betrayed him.“Alright, you caught me. After your live show, the calls started pouring in, congratulations one after another. I’ve achieved a lot in my life, Em. Deals closed, launches pulled off, awards collected. But this… hearing people celebrate me as a father, that’s the best feeling I’ve ever had.”My chest softened. I looked at him lovin

When I went to bed last night, I knew my comments section would be buzzing by morning. But when I woke up and scrolled through them, I hadn’t expected this.It was wild in the best way.I grinned, reading through the guesses.“Liam finally proposed!”“They got married secretly!”“Emily’s a new brand ambassador!”“She’s opening her own restaurant!”On and on they went, none of them close. Some of the theories were so wild I had to cover my mouth to stop from laughing out loud.Scrolling through, I caught a new notification. Jay tagged me in a post.Am I allowed to guess? Though I’ll be expecting a different kind of reward.Oh, of course. The minute Jay jumped in, the crowd doubled. My fans were suddenly flooding his comments, begging him for answers, asking if he’d give a hint.I replied directly:You’re disqualified.His response came instantly an eye-roll emoji.My morning was officially made.Still scrolling and grinning at my phone, I almost didn’t hear Liam. Already dressed for wo

With Cassie’s killer exposed, the storm she left behind eased. The media frenzy dulled, the hate comments that once flooded my posts lessened to a few scattered drops.I could upload my pre-recorded cooking videos again without dread, scroll through the comments without feeling the weight of poison words. For the first time in what felt like forever, the interactions with my audience were healthy, warm and fun.Cassie’s mess had ended. Finally, Liam and I had our lives back.Settling into our new home became its own adventure. As my belly grew and the due date loomed closer, I insisted we decorate the nursery together. I thought it would be sweet, bonding. Cute, even.Liam saw it as a battle line being drawn. We debated over almost everything. Crib style, curtains, even where the rocking chair should go. But the fiercest argument broke out over the paint color.“Pink,” he declared, arms crossed. “It’s a girl. It has to be pink.”“We don’t know that yet,” I shot back, hands on my hips.