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

hadn't shunned her. For three long minutes, she lingered in silence, unsure of what to say next. Miraculously,

"Dylan, I..."

"Are you badly hurt?"

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

plan on deceiving me

she hastily ended the call, her thoughts swirling. What did he mean by

at the hospital entrance, she felt lost, unsure of where to go next. She had no money

taxi dropped her off at a stunning house with an impeccably maintained garden. The driver tapped the steering

a luxury car pulled up. The window

"Clara, are you out of the

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

Quinn's eyes welled up. "Are you

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