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 really

the crew, and many colleagues gathered around to

Liliana entering. Amara's expression turned cold. She excused herself from the group with a quick, “I need to step out for a bit,” and followed Liliana

She barged in, slamming the

just set down her purse, turned around

is your

displaying her Twitter DMs,

your face, bet you're

from Lili, do you

to hell, you ugly

before looking away, a faint scorn playing on

they're not wrong, are they? You are

warning, raised her hand and slapped

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

"You dare slap me?"

right, that's what