Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 15

Amara turned her head.

Walking toward her was Finnian. He was dressed in a tailored black shirt and slacks, his broad shoulders and narrow waist accentuating his long, graceful legs. His physique was enough to make even the top male models feel a twinge of envy.

And then there was his face, handsome enough to overshadow any star.

When he first stepped onto the set, the young women couldn't help but scream and gawk at him. The actors, who usually seemed miles above the extras, were suddenly pale in comparison.

As Amara watched him, she couldn't help but think back to when she first met Finnian in their senior year of high school. She, too, had been dazzled by his looks.

But recalling what Finnian had just said made her heart feel like it had been pricked by a needle.

"Ms. Porter isn't quite right for the role," she said bluntly to Finnian. "She doesn't match the image of Isabella."

“Images can be adjusted," Finnian replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Besides, the whole production team has already signed off on this."

Implying that her opinion as a mere scriptwriter didn't matter. Amara bit her lip hard, her heart twisting painfully.

for Liliana," she thought to herself. "Just because she wants this role, he,

said. "There won't be any more

Amara, wearing a mask, hid her emotions, but her clenched fists and fiery gaze made it clear she was

I really like the role

"Ms. Sullivan, I truly want to be a part of this project. I promise to give it my best, please

vibe among these

a secret. Cedric didn't even know they knew each other and

tried to ease the tension. “Let's leave it at that. Liliana is a seasoned actress; she'll do a

eyes briefly, unsure of what to say. The investors, the director, they were all

with me,” Finnian said, glancing at her

will do well

adequate; she wouldn't ruin the show at least. But even if she didn't, Finnian wouldn't

the matter was that Liliana wanted to do this, and he would move mountains to make it happen,

pale. She silently gazed out the window for a long time before turning back to

her opposition was futile. With that, she

Was it just his imagination? Her departing figure seemed unusually lonely, and his heart unexpectedly twisted. What was

but work called, so she kept her head down,

listen when you were warned against marrying him, and now, despite all your devotion, he