Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 776

Elowen clenched her fists, her eyes burning with hatred.

It was all because of those photos Amara had brought—photos that exposed the messiness of her private life—that her father had locked her up! This was entirely Amara's fault, and right now, Elowen hated her with every fiber of her being.

Amara walked up to Elowen, giving her a slow, appraising look from head to toe.

Elowen had lost several pounds since the last time they met—clearly, she hadn’t been doing well lately, and had probably barely eaten these past few days.

“What are you staring at?”

Seeing Amara enter the room and silently survey her with a slight look of contempt, Elowen grew even angrier.

“You showed those photos to Dad a few days ago, and that’s why he locked me up. I won't forget what you’ve done! Listen, Amara—don’t think you're getting off that easily...”

Elowen had been dreaming of getting back at Amara for some time, and now that Amara had come to her of her own accord, she immediately raised her voice, hurling threats.

Amara thought Elowen was hopelessly foolish—to be in this situation and still resort to threats? Hadn’t she learned anything?

“Oh? You’re still threatening me?”

With a sharp slap, Amara raised her hand and struck Elowen hard across the face.

Elowen, weakened from not eating, toppled straight to the floor at the force of Amara’s blow. Her knee smashed against the cabinet, making her yelp out in pain.

She cupped her burning cheek and looked up in disbelief. “You dare hit me?”

“Of course I do,” Amara replied coldly.

She crouched down, grabbed a fistful of Elowen’s hair, and yanked her upward, her stare icy.

But Amara had already taken note of everything Elowen had done to her. She would make sure to repay each offense, one by one.

With a last cold glance at Elowen, Amara turned and walked out.

The door slammed behind her with a bang, leaving Elowen at the brink of collapse.

She thought about how good her life had once been—even if she wasn’t her father’s biological child, her status in the Sullivan family had been high. She could do whatever she wanted to Amara, walking all over her.

But now—everything had been turned upside down. Amara had her pinned underfoot, crushing her without mercy. How had things ended up like this?

How had it come to this?

Elowen screamed and sobbed in her room, tearing it apart in a fit of rage. But even as she screamed herself hoarse and her room was left in ruins, nothing could change her reality.