Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 379

"I’ve been a little busy these days—I haven’t told Finn yet."

Liliana was seething inside, but none of it showed on her calm, composed face.

"I’ll figure out how to say it. Once I find a time when Finn and I are both free, I’ll tell him."

Hogan studied her for a moment. She didn’t look like she was lying, so he nodded and left her dressing room.

The moment Hogan was gone, a fierce glint crept into Liliana’s eyes. She picked up a teacup and hurled it against the wall, shattering it with a sharp crack.

Finnian could never find out about this—not ever. If he did, everything would spiral out of control. But Hogan just kept pushing her. What on earth was she supposed to do?

Hogan had accidentally uncovered her fake pregnancy, but at the end of the day, he had no proof. All he could do was talk. Finnian would never believe him one hundred percent—but it would definitely plant a seed of doubt.

So, if she could just make Finnian lose trust in Hogan, or better yet, get him to outright hate his brother, she’d be safe.

But Finnian and Hogan were brothers—real brothers. Sure, Finnian didn’t exactly hold Hogan in high regard, but they generally got along. How could she possibly turn them against each other?

Suddenly, a bold idea flashed through Liliana’s mind.

Her heart pounded as she weighed it. At first, it sounded far-fetched, but the longer she considered it, the more plausible it seemed. At last, she made up her mind. Pulling out her phone, she dialed Emma’s number.

Mr. Frost knew Amara had ties to the Everly family, but probably wasn’t aware of her strained relationship with Emma. He must have assumed Emma would naturally invite her and decided to take the chance to meet.

Lately, Mr. Frost had been filming in another city and rarely made it back to Wye. Meeting him was a rare opportunity, and Amara didn’t want to pass it up. Reluctantly, she decided to go.

On the day of the party, Amara slipped into a refined, understated evening dress, her makeup elegant and perfectly matched. She made her way to the hotel, ready for the evening ahead.

As soon as she stepped through the door, all eyes turned to her—her identity and her striking looks commanding attention once more.

But she was used to this. Barely blinking at the stares, she walked in with quiet confidence. Most guests quickly lost interest, glancing at her once or twice before turning back to their own conversations.