Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 5

Amara clutched the blanket tightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought you tossed it away."

She didn't dare glance at Finnian's face, sensing his surprise through the heavy silence that hung in the air. Then came his voice, a slight lilt at the end. "It's good, why would I do that?"

Amara pressed her lips together, staying silent. Every time she had tried to bring him a meal, he'd refuse to see her. She'd even witnessed his assistant tossing out the food she'd lovingly prepared.

"Why so quiet?"

Finnian's voice broke the silence, as deep and resonant as a cello in the night.

"It's nothing. Let's just sleep," Amara murmured back.

There was no point in dwelling on why Finnian might have drunk the soup she made. They were heading for a divorce, after all, and fussing over these things wouldn't change a thing.

mattered now was figuring out how to navigate

bright

phone on the nightstand. Instinctively, she reached out and saw a message from Cedric Zade, [We've cast the lead actress. She's a

script, "Whispers of

curls. It was none other than

body convulsed, her phone nearly slipping

buzzed on the other side of the bed. It was his personal phone without any trade secret contained, which wasn't set to hide notifications. Amara couldn't help

They were having a child? An overwhelming sharp pain spread

emerged, a towel wrapped

quickly turned away, her fingers gripping the blanket tightly to hide her red-rimmed eyes. Even as she tried to keep her composure, her knuckles whitened, alerting Finnian that something was off. "What's wrong?" he

urge to choke up and replied

lip, a deep crimson mark was left behind. Finnian had only asked out of courtesy. Seeing her dismiss the question, he picked up

doing. She didn't look back, pretending to be engrossed

left the room, and Amara rushed into the bathroom, splashing water on her face, forcing herself to stay

doesn't quite match the essence of Isabella Winter. I don't think she's