Novels by Amycee

Two years later.That’s how long it’s been since I stood in that chapel and promised my forever to Liam Black. And if you asked me today what the best decision of my life was, I’d tell you it was becoming his wife.Most people warned me that the first years of marriage were the hardest. Ours never felt that way. If anything, it felt like we never left the honeymoon. Liam kept his word, life with him has been different, and always in the very best way.My career bloomed even after the break I took for motherhood. Stepping back had scared me at first, but when I returned, the viewers welcomed me louder than ever. The show grew bigger, the crowd wider, and the opportunities came faster than I imagined. Liam teases me that I’m more famous than he is. I don’t argue.But fame is nothing compared to family.Sophia and Mason are still glued together, stronger than ever. Mason’s been plotting a proposal behind her back, and I can barely keep the secret. Watching him plan the surprise engagemen

“Shots!” someone shouted, and trays appeared like magic, crystal glasses lined with vodka, tequila, and gin, catching the garden lights. Glasses clinked, throats burned, and the afterparty snapped alive in a rush of sound and color.With the “old folks” gone, just like Jay had declared, the energy shifted instantly. The polished reception dissolved into something reckless, raw, electric.Jay wasted no time. He was already on the floor, zeroed in on Henry’s associate’s daughter. I’d caught him sneaking glances all day, but now? Now he was putting on a show. He dropped into what might’ve been breakdancing, or a near medical emergency, and she bent over laughing, clutching her stomach.“Hundred bucks says he seals the night in his suite,” I whispered, and Lisa nearly spit her drink out.Then the spotlight snapped to Mason. He lounged in a chair, vodka in hand, until Sophia crossed the floor with that wicked sway in her hips. In one seamless move, she swung a leg over his lap and settled

Cameras flashed as the official photographer called out instructions, arranging us with family and friends beneath a canopy of twinkling lights and climbing blooms. Liam kept sneaking kisses between shots, making the photographer groan and everyone else laugh. By the time the last picture was taken, my cheeks ached from smiling, but my heart had never been fuller.Then came the moment: our grand entrance.Liam’s hand found mine, and together we stepped forward, announced for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Black.The cheers rolled over us, laughter, shouts, clapping, the kind of joy you could feel in your chest. Liam leaned down, stealing a quick kiss that made the crowd roar louder, and I couldn’t stop smiling if I tried.Our first dance began with the slow rise of strings. The world shrank until it was only Liam and me, moving across the floor in a rhythm that felt as old as our story. He whispered, “My wife,” against my ear. I whispered back, “Always.” When the song ended, the appla

The night before my wedding, sleep never stood a chance. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Liam’s face waiting at the altar, and the thought made my heart race like I was falling in love for the very first time all over again.By sunrise, I was still smiling, humming to myself, too happy to stay still, excitement bubbling through me like champagne in my veins.The makeup artist was just finishing her last touches when Sophia and Lisa walked in. I couldn’t help myself, I was sitting by the window, grinning like a fool at my reflection, my excitement too loud to hide.Sophia groaned, shaking her head. “I swear, Emily. Most brides wake up with cold feet, and here you are looking like you’ve been running on pure sugar since midnight.”Lisa dropped onto the bed with a pillow tucked under her arm. “Cold feet? Please. She’s already halfway down the aisle in her head.”“I grinned. “What did you expect? I’m marrying the love of my life.”Sophia smirked. “God help Liam. His bride didn’t even n

When Sophia and I returned to the suite, the girls were still buzzing from music and wine. Lisa was already there, settled in as if she’d been present the entire time.The moment she caught sight of us, her lips curved slyly. “And where exactly are you two coming from?”The way she asked it, you’d think she’d been sitting there the whole time, not sneaking back in like us. Sophia and I exchanged a glance and broke into laughter.Lisa narrowed her eyes. “What’s so funny?”“Nothing,” I said, grinning. “Just that we actually went looking for you when we noticed you were gone.” I tilted my head. “So, where were you, Lisa?”A flush crept into her cheeks. “I stepped out to take a call. And then… well, I ended up admiring the hotel. It’s gorgeous.”Sophia smirked, her voice playful. “Yes, it is. My father did a thing here. But Lisa, why do I feel like you’re hiding something?”“What? No! I told you the truth,” she blurted, her defenses snapping up.I leaned in, my tone teasing. “Are you sure

I woke up to the sense of someone standing over me at the edge of the bed.“Liam?” I mumbled, my eyes still shut. “Why are you hovering like a creep?”A familiar laugh answered. My eyes flew open.“Lisa?”I blinked, shut them again, then peeked, convinced I was dreaming. She was still there. By the third time, I gave up and screamed, throwing myself at her.She yelped as I hugged her tight. “You’re not dreaming, Emily.”I pulled back, still breathless. “How? You weren’t supposed to be back from camp for weeks!”“Please,” she said, flicking her hair. “Like I’d miss my best friend’s wedding. I told them I had a very important excuse. And I do.”“Thank goodness.” I grinned. “You’re coming with me for fittings today.”Lisa laughed, eyeing me dramatically. “I hope you picked a color that makes me pop.”“You’ve been gone too long to vote. You’ll wear what we chose.”She groaned, and I smacked her arm. Before she could fire back, a soft whimper floated from the baby monitor. We glanced at ea

I didn’t respond to Cade. I turned back to Zayne’s grave instead, drawing a slow breath, like I needed to pull myself together before I fell apart again. I had come here to say goodbye. Not to argue. Not to explain myself. And definitely not to stand there defending my pain.This moment wasn’t for Cade.It was for Zayne.Cade spoke again, his voice sharp behind me, asking what I was even doing there, like I had no right whatsoever to be there.I didn’t answer him.In my head, I spoke to Zayne instead.I have to go now, I told him silently. I didn’t expect him to show up here.I stood up slowly, brushed the dirt from my palms, and walked past Cade without looking at him.He reached out and grabbed my wrist.“Why?” he demanded, pulling me back.I looked down at his hand around my wrist, then calmly removed it.“You’re free to think whatever you want,” I said quietly. “I’m done explaining myself.”Then I walked away.I didn’t look back.I had packing to do.When I got home, the house was

By the time I got into my car, my hands were already shaking.I slammed the door, locked it, then leaned forward until my forehead rested on the steering wheel.And that was it.The tears came.Not the small, manageable ones. The kind that make your chest hurt, your nose burn, your throat ache like you swallowed sand.I cried like I’d been holding my breath for weeks.Because I had.Zayne’s death hadn’t hit me like this. And that sounded cruel, even to me, but it was the truth. With Zayne, I went blank. I went numb. I turned into a body that moved and existed and did what was expected.But what Cade did, what he said, the way he looked at me…It cut through the numbness.It reminded me I was still alive enough to feel betrayal.I hated everything in that moment.Cade’s lack of trust. His approach to everything. How easily he believed the worst. How he sat there with anger in his eyes like I was the enemy.And I hated the version of me I’d become.I used to be broke, hustling, struggli

I was already carrying too much, and Mice’s wife showing up at my doorstep was the last thing I needed.The moment she introduced herself, I knew she hadn’t come with good intentions. From the way she dressed to her body language, everything about her screamed confrontation.I considered walking past her. Closing the door. Pretending she didn’t exist.But curiosity won.“What do you want?” I asked.She didn’t answer right away. She just looked at me. Slowly. Like she was measuring me against something in her head.Then she smiled, not friendly.“I don’t care who you are,” she started. “Or what story you think you belong to.”I waited.“I’m here to make one thing clear,” she continued. “There’s no way in hell I’ll allow you to touch what belongs to my children. Their inheritance. Their future. I’ve worked too hard to let anyone ruin it.”I stood there and let her talk.She went on and on about bloodlines and legacy. Subtle threats slipped in between her words. Warnings about what happe

I stared at him for a second too long.“What did you say?” I asked.Mice didn’t move. He repeated it slowly, like he knew my mind hadn’t caught up the first time.“I’m your father.”The words didn’t land. My first thought was that he’d said them to the wrong person.I thought of the man my mother had always called my father. The one who left. The one whose absence shaped everything. And now Mice was sitting in my living room, telling me he was my father.How?And why now?I pulled my legs closer, because suddenly they felt unreliable.“Why are you telling me this now?” I asked. My voice sounded steadier than I felt. “Why should I believe you? And where were you all these years?”He didn’t rush to answer.“You can ask your mother,” he said. “If you think I’m lying, ask her.”That alone made my stomach turn.“As for where I was,” he continued, “I didn’t know you existed.”I looked up sharply. “What?”“I didn’t,” he said. “Not until recently.”He told me the first time he saw me was on t

I couldn’t cry. I wanted to, but the tears wouldn’t come. Cade was next to me, breaking down in a way that made the air feel suffocating. His sobs came in heavy waves, his body shaking with grief so raw it felt like it might shatter him.But me? I just sat there. Empty.Everything felt too real, too final. This couldn’t be happening. My brain refused to accept it. Zayne was still here, somewhere, in a way that made this feel like a cruel joke.I somehow drove myself home. I didn’t want to be alone, but I also didn’t know how to face anyone. My body was on autopilot. I was in some sort of numb space, detached from everything.When I stepped inside, Jesse looked at me, and without a word, he knew. He didn’t ask me what happened. He just watched me walk to the couch. I sat there, my eyes fixed on nothing, feeling like I was being swallowed up by my own mind.Jesse sat quietly beside me, letting the minutes stretch into hours. No one needed to speak. At one point, I got up and went to my

After I took off the white dress, I stood under the shower longer than necessary, letting the water run over me like it could rinse the day away. It didn’t.When I came out, wrapped in a towel, I went straight to the closet and pulled on a black T-shirt and shorts.I stepped out of my room, not wanting to be alone with my thoughts.Jesse was already in the living room, sitting on the couch with a movie playing. He wasn’t really watching it. I could tell by the way his eyes stayed fixed on the screen without following anything.I sat beside him. We didn’t speak for a while, just two people sharing the same space, both too tired to pretend everything was normal.After a long stretch of silence, he finally spoke.“So… what’s next?” he asked. “Are you moving in with Cade?”“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “We’ll figure it out.”That was the end of the conversation.At some point, exhaustion caught up with me. I fell asleep right there on the couch, my body giving in after everything it ha