Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 20

With that, Amara shoved Keith out the door just at the moment when Keith got all riled up.

At the Everly family estate, Kevin sat in a plush leather armchair, deep in thought. When Lisa came by with a cup of coffee, he stopped her and asked, "Are Finn and Ama still the same way these days?"

By "the same way", he meant that they were living in separate rooms, both busy with their own lives, hardly ever crossing paths.

Lisa nodded. "Yes, living under the same roof but hardly seeing each other. How's that supposed to work?" Kevin slammed his hand on the armrest. "That useless boy, he's really hopeless!"

Lisa's eyes darted around, and she leaned in with a whisper. "Ama seems like a good kid. If they spend more time together, Finn is bound to like her. Maybe we should give them a little nudge."

Unbeknownst to Amara, things were stirring at the Everly estate. She had been busy observing film shoots on set, filling her free time with reading and writing screenplays. She was content.

That afternoon, Finnian approached her. "Got time tonight? I need you to come with me to a dinner party." Amara was surprised. "What kind of dinner party?"

solo or with someone from the secretarial office. He'd

over at Peter's place,

knew what that meant. The Everly family was well aware of their situation. They mocked her behind closed doors, whispering about her scars and her

quickly as it appeared once she realized she'd

she responded,

obligated to fulfill. But a voice inside her questioned why she should fulfill these duties when Finnian didn't fulfill his own,

to be near him, which she realized with a jolt of alarm. This was not what she needed, not when divorce was imminent. She needed

obliterate at once

drove to a small countryside manor. After parking, they were led into

handful of people were present, all key members of the Everly family. Among them were Peter Everly

a greasy, middle-aged man with a wandering eye that often settled on Amara's body when no one noticed, making Amara's skin crawl. Bess was a vitriolic opportunist who

Amara simply nodded at

unusually friendly, almost as if they were trying to win her over,

his early twenties approached, his expression openly disdainful