Novels by Amycee

Epilogue Benita finally moved to the States and into our house. She slotted into the family so naturally that within weeks it felt like she had always been there. It felt like I had gained a sister while my parents gained another daughter. I noticed there was still something going on between her and Uncle Jason, but all my energy was on Aunt Sophia and the baby. Whenever I wasn't at work or with Adrian, I was at Aunt Sophia's house bothering her constantly and speaking to her stomach like the baby could fully understand me already. "You are a girl," I would say while rubbing her bump. "Do not disappoint me." "You know the baby can't hear you yet." Aunt Sophia would tease. "She can feel the energy,” I replied without looking up. She always laughed and said I reminded her of Mom when she was pregnant with me because she had been just as desperate for a girl. The moment anybody mentioned the possibility of the baby being a boy I instantly became defensive before later sitting som

Starting the vacation as boyfriend and girlfriend only to become Adrian's fiancée a few hours into it changed the vibe of the entire trip.We decided not to tell anyone until we got back home, but that didn't stop him from acting like the happiest man alive every single day.I would catch him randomly staring at me smiling. Other times I would catch him staring at the ring on my finger smiling like he still couldn't believe I said yes.He wanted everyone around us to know. Restaurant staff, hotel concierge, strangers in passing. He always found a way to work it in.One afternoon in Italy we were already halfway to our reservation when Adrian suddenly looked down at my hand. "Where's your ring?"I stared at my empty finger and gasped. "It should be on the nightstand, I pulled it out—"Before I finished he had already turned the car around. Drove all the way back, went up to the room, came back down and slid it onto my finger himself.I rolled my eyes. "I could have put it on after lunc

After spending days trying to separate Benita from Uncle Jason only for her to ignore every warning I gave, I finally gave up.At some point, I realized there was no point forcing it anymore. Benita was going to keep seeing him regardless of what I said, and maybe the only way she would truly understand why I had been so against it was by experiencing Uncle Jason for herself.Still, a tiny part of me secretly prayed that if Uncle Jason eventually broke her heart, it wouldn’t destroy her too badly.For what Adrian did helping Uncle Jason arrange that lunch date behind my back, I tried staying angry, but Adrian made it impossible.He kept showing up at my parents’ house carrying gifts and smiles until my irritation slowly disappeared on its own. Besides, I couldn’t even afford to stay mad for long because we were busy preparing for our vacation together.A few days before the trip, Mom was helping me pack even though Adrian specifically warned me not to bring too much.“Mom, it’s enough

I stormed downstairs ready for war only to find Uncle Jason waiting at the bottom of the stairs with a smile already on his face.“Stay away from Benita.""Sophia—""She's not for you. Find someone else.""I'm only trying to make her feel welcome.”“Your version of welcome has a body count.”Just then Mom and Dad walked into the house holding hands. I hurriedly walked to Dad. “Dad, please tell your brother to leave our house right now.”"Hold on." Dad raised a hand. "This is Uncle Jason. What exactly am I walking into?”"I know," I muttered. "I know I usually love when he's here. But not anymore.”Mom laughed. “I’m guessing this is about Benita?”“Exactly, Mom. He wants to make her one of his little situationships.”“Situationships?” Uncle Jason repeated. “Sophia, have you considered the possibility that I might actually be serious about her?”“I don’t care if you’re serious this time. Find somebody else to be serious with.”“You know she could be the love of my life and you’re the on

Once both our families accepted the relationship, everything in my life started falling beautifully into place.Adrian’s family publicly cleared up the entire engagement situation and officially denied every rumor linking him romantically to Zoey. It later came out that Zoey’s parents had been drowning financially for a while, which explained why they had been so desperate to tie her permanently to Adrian.The scandal became messy online for a few days before people eventually moved on to the next thing to gossip about.Thankfully, Adrian handled the public narrative perfectly.Things also changed for good within the Valecrest family after everything that happened. Adrian even admitted that my parents had influenced his parents in ways he was genuinely grateful for.“They’re actually trying now,” he told me one evening while we lay in bed together. “It feels strange finally getting the whole parent experience at this age, but I guess better late than never.”I understood exactly what

I didn’t realize how serious Adrian had been about changing his surname until Sunday afternoon.I had just woken up from a nap and was heading downstairs for lunch when I heard voices coming from the living room.One of them belonged to Adrian.That alone surprised me because he hadn’t told me he was coming over. Curious, I walked toward the living room only to stop halfway when I saw him sitting across from my parents.Mom smiled the second she noticed me. “Oh, you’re finally awake. Come join us.”I walked over slowly, still confused, before sitting beside Mom and finally paying attention to the conversation. That was when I realized Adrian had been discussing the surname issue with my parents.Dad looked surprised even though he was trying not to show it. “You’re seriously willing to do that?” he asked Adrian. “Do you even understand what you’re saying?”“Yes, sir.”The confidence in Adrian’s voice made Mom and Dad exchange looks.“You’re willing to walk away from your identity beca

Six months later.Sometimes I sit quietly and wonder how life managed to change so completely.For so long, everything had felt uncertain and fragile, like happiness was something that could disappear if I held it too tightly.But now…Everything felt beautiful. Perfect, if perfection even existed.Six months had passed since the wedding and our honeymoon, and somehow those months had gone by faster than I expected. Every day seemed to move with its own quiet rhythm as Cade and I continued building the life we had once struggled so hard to reach.And if there was one thing I had learned about being Cade’s wife, it was this: that man loved to spoil me.Not just in the loud, showy ways people could see.Cade covered every version of pampering – the loud, the quiet, the soft, and the deeply personal. He made sure my coffee was exactly how I liked it every morning. He never forgot the small things that mattered to me. And sometimes I caught him looking at me like he still couldn’t believe

“Wake up. You’re getting married today.”Romi’s voice woke me as she tapped my shoulder.I peeled one eye open and stared at her.“That sounds important.”“It is very important, and if I let you sleep through your own wedding, Cade is going to have my head.”I laughed.That was how my wedding morning began.The day passed in a blur after that. Shower. Skincare. Hair. Makeup. Dresses being steamed. Voices in every room. Someone was always looking for pins, perfume, earrings, or something that had apparently vanished in the middle of the chaos.Through all of it, Romi stayed glued to my side, somehow managing to help me get ready while also texting furiously on her phone every few minutes and rolling her eyes so hard I thought they might stay that way.“What’s wrong?” I asked while the makeup artist finished the final touch on my face.She looked up from her phone and groaned.“Your man is disturbing me.”I smiled immediately. “Cade?”“Who else? Of course it’s him. He wants to see you.”

Friday night started quietly, but it quickly turned into something much bigger than we had planned.At first, the plan had been simple. We would host a small gathering for the people closest to us before the wedding, let everyone relax, laugh, and enjoy themselves.But once everyone started arriving, the energy changed. The house came alive in a way that made it feel less like an event and more like a memory being made in real time.Noah was with my parents for the night, which gave the rest of us the freedom to stay out late without worrying about bedtime routines. Cade had arranged for most of the guests to stay at one of his other properties nearby, so no one had to stress about driving home or cutting the night short.A few of my old college friends flew in. Some people from my modeling days came too, the ones I had stayed cordial with over the years. Drew and Lauren arrived with their usual loud, familiar energy. Jesse and Chanel came together, which made me privately smile. Romi

Moving into the new house felt strangely unreal at first. For the first few days, I wasn’t sure whether Noah or Cade was the one more excited about it.They both couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. Noah even slept in our room with us most nights. On the days I insisted he sleep in his own room, I would still wake up in the middle of the night to find him in our bed. Cade would quietly go and carry him in from his room while I was asleep.That wasn’t all. Getting Cade to go to work became the real challenge.“Cade,” I said one morning, standing by the door with my bag, “you do remember you have a company to run, right?”“I know.”“You haven’t been there in two days. Your employees might start thinking you’ve disappeared.”He shrugged lazily. “I trust them to do their jobs well without my presence. That’s why I pay them.”I gave him the I’m serious look.“Get dressed. You’re going to work today.”He sighed. “Fine.”Later that afternoon, I realized I had forgotten something at hom

The Instagram post did exactly what I expected. It exploded.My phone had barely survived the first fifteen minutes before the notifications started pouring in. Messages. Mentions. Comments. Old contacts suddenly remembering I existed.But the one message that made me laugh out loud came from Drew.Send me your number immediately.I stared at the screen for a second, already knowing what was coming. Then I sent him my number.My phone rang less than ten seconds later. The moment I picked up, Drew started yelling.“Are you kidding me right now, Mira?”I laughed.“You disappear for years,” he continued dramatically, “and the first thing I find out is that you’re engaged through Instagram?”“I’m sorry,” I said between laughs. “I’m sorry.”“You shut me out!”“I know.”“You vanished!”“I know!”“You have been a very bad girl.”“I said I’m sorry,” I repeated, still laughing.There was a long pause, then Drew sighed loudly.“Send me your address.”Before I could say anything else, he hung up

Noah and I were still buzzing with excitement by the time Cade dropped us back at my parents’ house. The entire drive home had been filled with Noah talking nonstop about the new house.By the time the car stopped in the driveway, he was practically vibrating with energy.“Go tell Grandma,” Cade said with a laugh as Noah jumped out before the engine had fully stopped.He ran toward the house, already bursting to share the news.Cade glanced at me from the driver’s seat, his expression soft.“Tomorrow,” he said.“Tomorrow,” I repeated.There was something comforting about that word now. Tomorrow meant the house and building a home together.I leaned over and kissed his cheek before stepping out of the car. The sight in the living room made me pause. Max was sitting on the couch, and beside him was Romi.Noah barely noticed them as he rushed past.“Grandma!” he shouted, already heading down the hallway.Max looked up and smiled when he saw me.“Mira.”“Max,” I said, genuinely surprised.

Before, staying away from Mason had been about his mother's threat. Now it was about saving him.My head was a mess. A man ready to lose everything for me, wasn't that what people spent their whole lives wishing for? But I couldn't get past the same fear. That one day he would count what it cost him, look at me, and wish he'd chosen differently.I went to work the next day and couldn't focus to save my life. It was the first time I carried my emotions to work.Nicholas gave me a break at one point, told me to rest. I waved him off and kept going, until he pointed out the mistakes I'd been making.Careless ones, the kind I would never make if my head were clear. I hadn't even noticed them. I apologized and lied that a headache had kept me up most of the night."You should have just stayed home," he chided."It's fine.""Go home, Mia. Rest."He insisted, so I left. Going home meant an empty house and nothing to do but sit alone with my thoughts. That was a recipe for disaster in the sta

On the drive back, I asked Mason why he'd done that."Done what?""The kiss. Back there. Why would you peck me?""Felt like it."Whether it was the lightheaded feeling or the wine still loose in my blood, something had loosened my tongue. The question left me before I could think better of it."Why have you been so scarce lately?""Not sure what you mean," he replied, his eyes fixed on the road.I spelled it out for him. How he was barely around anymore. Every time I did see him his face was buried in his phone. He would show up for Lior and then disappear again.Mason laughed. "Does it bother you? You want me home more, is that it?""That's not what I meant." Heat crawled up my neck. "I just meant, in case something was wrong.”He gave a quiet laugh and let it slide, far too pleased with himself.When we got home, he stopped me before I could head up. "Actually, there's something I wanted to run by you. Please, come with me."He started toward his room without waiting, glancing back

I started noticing Mason was hardly home.Not gone, exactly. He was around enough that I knew he hadn't traveled, around enough for Lior, for the school runs and the dinners. But he wasn't there the way he used to be. Not the way he'd been before, always finding a reason to be in the same room as me.And the few times I did catch him, he had his phone in his hand and a smile on his face, lost in whatever was on the screen. I caught myself wondering if he had a girlfriend now. The thought left a bitter taste on my tongue every time.Once I overheard him on a call with Erica, laughing like she was the funniest person alive. I wanted to walk over and wipe that laugh right off his mouth.I told myself the distance was good. That it was exactly what I had asked for, what was best for everyone. I played it like none of it touched me at all, but I knew better. I just refused to say it out loud.The day of Daphne's launch rolled around at last, and with my invite in hand, I was going.For the

Whatever fun the night promised died after Daphne set her sights on Chase.Hannah had come to vent about her frustrations with Chase, but she couldn't do that now, not with Daphne openly crushing on him too. Having to swallow it all down left her cranky.Each time Daphne struck up a conversation, Hannah offered back the bare minimum, polite and clipped, until Daphne gave up trying.I was stuck right in the middle of it. Hannah wanted to talk to me. Daphne wanted to talk to me.Chase, look at the mess you've caused.With that kind of energy at the table, none of us were in the mood to linger. We called it an early night.When I got home and walked through the door, I heard voices and laughter before I even reached the living room.Mason and Chase had two other men with them, the four of them comfortable with their drinks, in the middle of some story. The laughter trailed off when I stepped in, all four heads turning my way.Chase smiled. "Welcome.""Hi." I gave a small wave and headed

The confidence in Mason's voice when he said I would come to him had me questioning my own resolve. But I knew better. Not with everything that was at stake.I didn't head to work at my usual hour. Nicholas had an early meeting, so we were starting late in the morning. I got Lior ready and Mason dropped him at school.It was just past eleven when I came downstairs to head out, and I stopped in my tracks. Mason was on the couch, dressed down in his house clothes, laptop open in front of him."I thought you left," I blurted.He looked up and gave me a good morning with a smile. "I did. Plans changed. I'm hosting someone here later.""Is it Erica?" The question was out of my mouth before I could catch it.A smile tugged at Mason's mouth. "No. But now that you've reminded me, I should follow up on the plans I made with her." He looked me over. "I see you're heading out.""Yeah. Nicholas is close."He opened his mouth, then thought better of whatever it was. Instead he asked, "How's everyt

After the school event, Mason took us to lunch.He and Lior were having the kind of back-and-forth that had me biting back a laugh. Lior had given Crystal a couple of the gifts his grandparents spoiled him with, and Mason wanted to know why."Because sharing is caring," Lior told him matter-of-factly."Is Crystal the only classmate you have? Why didn't you share with the others?""Because Crystal is the one I saw first. The others weren't lucky."Mason kept a straight face. "You had more than one gift. You could've spread them around."Lior thought about it, then shook his head. "I just want to give them to Crystal."I was smiling into my food at how earnest he was, too busy being charmed to notice his father was winding him up.Then, out of nowhere, Lior looked at Mason. "You're going to marry Mommy, right?"The bite I'd just taken went straight down the wrong way. I started coughing, my eyes watering. Mason reached over and rubbed slow circles on my back until it passed."Sorry, Mom