Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 17

Amara clenched her fists tightly, her anger boiling over at Liliana's words. It felt like her heart and lungs were on fire.

Staring directly into Liliana's eyes, she enunciated every word, "I mind, I really do mind, and I mind a lot!"

Liliana was visibly taken aback, clearly not expecting this reaction. In her mind, Amara had always been the meek and mild type.

Amara felt like her chest was about to burst with rage. She bit her lip fiercely, forcing herself to calm down before speaking again, "Ms. Porter, you knew Finnian had a wife, yet you called him 'hubby' in front of everyone. How is that any different from being the homewrecker? You claim it was because you messed up in front of the director, but actresses mess up all the time. And you were feeling unwell no less; the director wouldn't have criticized you. You must know that, right?

You knew all of this! So when you called Finnian that in public, it was because you wanted to! Own up to your shameless behavior, will you? Instead of denying it, you come to me with this fake 'I hope you don't mind' nonsense. Can you not play the victim?"

Liliana's eyes shone with anger, but she found herself momentarily speechless. Within seconds, however, her anger vanished, replaced by a pitiful expression as she moved behind Amara. "Finn."

Finnian's arms, looking frail and helpless, as

immediately took her arm, concern etched on his face. "What's wrong, are

looked up at him, her voice tinged with sadness as she replied, "I'm not feeling great. My head's still spinning,

"You yelled at her?"

to Amara, his eyes frosty. That icy look pierced through Amara, making

pain in her chest, she looked at Liliana and said, "Yeah, I

She had even planned what to say after Amara's denial. Yet Amara admitted

as virtuous? And I'm not supposed to call you out? And you," Amara turned her fiery gaze to Finnian. "I don't care what you're thinking, but legally, Liliana is not your wife, I

left Amara's mouth, Finnian's expression turned cold, his eyes dark

couple of steps back, shooting

felt cathartic, but it also left her with a twinge of regret. Would they retaliate? Despite

forget Finnian, that thorn would

room. Startled, Amara turned to see a tall man entering the break room, clapping his

leaned casually against the wall, his handsome face wearing a lazy grin.