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.

a minute later, the alert on her phone confirmed

lingered in silence, unsure of what to say next. Miraculously, Dylan didn't hang up either. The only connection between them now was the faint sound of their breaths

"Dylan, I..."

"Are you badly hurt?"

longed for since waking up. Touched but at a loss for words, she managed to say, "I'm okay now. Thanks. I'll figure

long do you plan on deceiving

by that? Had she lied to Dylan before? The more she thought

and completed her discharge paperwork. As she stood at the hospital entrance, she felt lost, unsure of where to go next. She had no

impeccably maintained garden. The driver tapped the steering wheel. "A hundred bucks, cash

awkward, just as a luxury car pulled up. The window rolled down,

looking genuinely concerned. "Clara, are you

dressed to impress. Her dress sparkled with tiny gems and her handbag was a limited edition,

Quinn's eyes welled up. "Are

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