Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 439

“Ouch!” Amara cried out, stumbling against him, her face contorted in what looked like real pain.

The man frowned, wondering if he should just carry her back.

Suddenly, Amara raised the arm that had been clutching her stomach. In her hand was a fistful of dirt, which she flung directly into the man’s face.

He roared in pain, his eyes instantly blinded. As he reflexively let go of her to claw at his face, Amara seized her chance.

She grabbed the thick branch from the ground and jabbed it at his face with all her might.

She was aiming for his eyes, but in the growing darkness, she couldn’t be sure if she’d hit her mark. A bloodcurdling scream tore from the man’s throat as he doubled over in agony. In that instant, Amara bolted.

She sprinted out of the alley and found herself at a crossroads. One path led back to the factory—a dead end, a trap.

The second option was the road, which stretched out in both directions. But that seemed just as risky. She was on foot, and he likely had a car.

The road was wide open, with nowhere to hide. Even if she managed to run for miles, once he recovered and got in his car, he would catch her in minutes.

That left only one choice: the forest directly in front of her.

It was a dark, foreboding expanse of towering trees and muddy paths. She had no idea what kind of animals—or people—might be lurking inside, or if she would even make it out alive.

But she was out of options. Gritting her teeth, Amara plunged into the woods.

But when she looked at the screen, her heart sank. It was black. The battery was dead.

In that moment, a massive net of despair and hopelessness fell over her, trapping her completely.

She sank to the ground, hugging her knees, as an endless, suffocating darkness closed in from all sides, threatening to swallow her whole.

Back at the Everly estate, the lavish birthday party was finally winding down. Emma, wrapped in a fur coat, stood at the entrance, bidding farewell to her guests with a perfectly composed smile.

As she was chatting with one of the society wives, a security guard in a black suit approached her and whispered in her ear, “Ma’am, we have a problem. She escaped.”