Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 43

The morning was packed with important scenes that needed shooting. Amara decided she'd tackle her other issues after the filming was done and headed to the set.

As she walked into the studio, she could feel the curious eyes following her, but Amara kept her composure, striding in with an air of calm.

At the age of ten, when she had been left with scars, she had faced far more judgmental stares than she was getting now. She'd developed a thick skin to such looks.

“Ama,” whispered a lighting technician she was friendly with, approaching her cautiously. “Is it true? Are you really Mr. Everly's wife? Is what that article says true?"

Amara noticed the hush that fell over the set as people paused in their tasks, eavesdropping with keen interest.

She looked away and replied normally, "Yes, we are married, and yes, we're about to get divorced. But unlike what that article suggests, I'm not clinging to Mr. Everly. We're simply in the waiting period for the divorce."

"I see."

"I knew that article was nonsense. You're a good person; you wouldn't do something like that."

wrote that piece

built a good reputation in the crew, and many colleagues gathered around

with a quick, “I need to step out

knocking. She barged in, slamming the door shut behind

who had just set down her purse, turned around

this is your idea of

displaying her Twitter DMs, filled

bet you're

chick trying to steal from Lili, do you have

to hell, you ugly

glanced at the screen before looking away, a faint scorn playing

not wrong, are they? You are mad?

at her, and without warning, raised her hand and slapped Liliana

the imprint of Amara's hand. She turned back, disbelief etched on her

"You dare slap me?"

right, that's