Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

She didn't know who else to turn to for the $2,000 she desperately needed, so by nine that evening, she found herself dialing Dylan's number once more, albeit

reluctantly.

A deep, cold voice, reminiscent of snow crunching underfoot in winter, answered. "Clara?"-

Clara felt an invisible hand squeeze her throat, a wave of helplessness crashing over her. "Hey, Dylan, could you lend me $20,000? I'm at the hospital and can't cover the medical bills."

From the other end, she could hear his steady breathing and the faint rustle of fabric. Just when Clara braced herself for a refusal, he surprised her by asking, "What's your account number?"

"I... let me find it."

She frantically grabbed her bag and rummaged through it, terrified he might hang up. The nurse had assured her it was hers, but it seemed to contain only makeup essentials. Finally, she found a bank card hidden in the innermost pocket and quickly relayed the number to him.

alert on her phone confirmed that the funds

Dylan was the only one who hadn't shunned her. For three long minutes, she lingered in silence, unsure of what to say next. Miraculously, Dylan

"Dylan, I..."

"Are you badly hurt?"

for since waking up. Touched but at a loss

long do you plan on deceiving

beat, and she hastily ended the call, her thoughts swirling. What did he mean by that? Had she lied to Dylan before? The more

to go next. She had no money and no clue where her

a stunning house with an impeccably maintained garden. The driver

luxury car pulled up. The window rolled down, revealing Simon's face, with Quinn sitting

concerned. "Clara, are you out of

dressed to impress. Her dress sparkled with tiny gems and her handbag was

tell you? Dylan is your boyfriend." Quinn's eyes welled up. "Are

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