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?"

Finnian usually attended these events solo or with someone from the secretarial office. He'd never asked her to accompany

Peter's place,

They mocked her behind closed doors, whispering about her scars and her invisible husband of three years. Amara was aware of

quickly as

she responded,

to attend, they weren't officially divorced yet, and these were the duties of a wife she felt obligated to fulfill. But a

she realized with a jolt of alarm. This was not what she needed, not when divorce was imminent. She needed to get accustomed to a life without Finnian, not cling

at once the

manor. After parking, they were led

a handful of people were present, all key members of

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 once tried to personally take her

time for greetings, Amara simply nodded at Peter and Bess, making no effort to

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

early twenties approached, his expression openly disdainful