Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 735

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Emma was seething with anger and raised her hand to strike him, but Finnian immediately grabbed her wrist.

“Mother, you need to know when to stop. I call you my mother because you gave birth to me, and for that, I will always be grateful. But if you insist on doing things I can’t accept, you’ll regret it.”

His voice was calm, but Emma felt a chill seep into her bones.

Her thoughts drifted to the private island Finnian had purchased. If she kept making trouble for Amara, would he really send her away like that?

The image of being trapped on an isolated island, living out a lonely and primitive existence with no hope of escape, suddenly terrified her. Fear twisted inside her, and to her own disbelief, she even began to resent her own son.

Clenching her teeth, she forced herself to soften her tone and try a different tactic. “Finn, listen to your mother. You truly can’t be with Amara.”

“Don’t forget, Amara is in love with Keith. Until recently, she was planning to marry him—while carrying your child.”

“If I hadn’t intervened that day, Amara would already be Keith’s legal wife. She’d be calling him her husband, and your child would be calling Keith ‘Dad.’ ”

“You see? None of this seems to bother Amara at all. She doesn’t think of you—she never did. After all this, why would you still want to be with her?”

“If you really do marry her and bring her home, how are you going to feel knowing she’s thinking about another man every day?”

Yes, Amara loved Keith, and not long ago, she was going to marry him...

Emma’s words dragged Finnian back to those painful memories, and his expression grew cold.

Knock, knock, knock!

It was past ten at night. Amara was curled up on the couch in the living room, reading, when she heard someone knocking at the door.

Her heart skipped a beat. Somehow, she just knew it was Finnian. Hardly anyone knew where she lived, and he’d already stopped by once earlier in the day.

She walked over and checked the video monitor by the door. Sure enough—Finnian’s face appeared on the screen.

With a slight frown, she pressed the intercom button. “Is there something you need, Mr. Everly?”

“Open the door,” Finnian said, his tone brooking no argument. “I need to talk to you.”

Open the door? Was he really ordering her around?