Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 384

Emma froze for a moment. Was Hogan actually siding with Amara? She could’ve sworn she’d heard those two could barely stand each other.

Of course—it had to be because of Amara’s dangerously pretty face!

That little vixen just had to look so damn irresistible, drawing men to her like moths to a flame.

Emma’s gaze grew sharp, shadows flickering beneath her lashes. If she could, she would’ve clawed that smug look right off Amara’s face.

“All right, Mrs. Everly, Hogan, that’s enough from both of you,” Liliana finally broke her silence, stepping in to smooth things over. “This whole thing is shocking, but arguing about it won’t help. Let’s all go home and talk there.”

At the sound of her voice, Amara’s head snapped around.

How calculating—when it was time to point fingers, Liliana stayed quiet and let Emma do the dirty work. Only now, with tempers flaring, did she emerge as the peacemaker.

Amara glared daggers at her, imagining Liliana as a venomous serpent she longed to crush.

“Amara, here. Put this on.”

Hogan’s eyes lingered on Amara’s torn cocktail dress. The rip was clear as day—his doing, and the guilt gnawed at him. He shrugged off his suit jacket and offered it to her, awkward but sincere.

Amara didn’t refuse. She needed the cover, now more than ever. Wrapping herself in the jacket, she hurried out of the hotel.

Hogan left soon after, his mind spinning as he tried to piece together who’d set him up.

The whole thing was twisted. Someone had drugged him, locked him and Amara in a room together—God knows what could’ve happened.

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