Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 8

Clara felt a sharp stab of anger in her chest as she hurriedly tried to gather her documents. But she froze when she opened the last drawer.

There lay a stack of certificates, including the prestigious CPA and CFA qualifications. These were the golden tickets to Wall Street's ruthless arena, yet they were tucked away in the most unassuming corner.

Wasn't she supposed to be just a girl chasing after Simon, without any real skills?

She quickly glanced at them, not in the mood to stick around any longer. She threw a few clothes into a bag, ready to bolt.

Just then, Ryan strolled in. "Clara, are you running away again? Stop with the drama; I'm starving here."

He swiftly snatched the suitcase from her grip. "If you don't apologize to Mom, Dad, and Quinn, no one will talk to you. How long are you planning to stay away this time? Didn't you pull this stunt yesterday and come crawling back by morning? It's embarrassing, and you're the reason this family is in chaos."

As he spoke, he tossed the suitcase aside, and her carefully packed clothes spilled out.

"Do you know why everyone adores Quinn? She's kind, graceful, and a star at work. You're nowhere near her level, which is why Mom and Dad won't give you any shares. When will you start reflecting on yourself?"

Clara looked at her clothes scattered on the floor, and she'd had enough. She raised her hand and slapped him.

"Slap!"

clutched his cheek, a mark forming rapidly.

her

"You hit me? Really?! I'm done talking to you, Clara! Unless you're cooking for

on his

piercing voice. "My goodness, Clara, you hit your brother! You... you're impossible!

the sofa, where Quinn was gently applying some balm to Ryan's

gratitude, and when he looked at Clara, he huffed

the door, her voice steady. "I don't want to stay here anyway. If there's no room for me, so be it. Enjoy your perfect little family. I'm

a child like you? Fine, fine, you haven't worked a day since

were met with the loud slam

the sofa, her hand shaking around her cup of

though her voice was all concern. "Mom, don't

hit me this

reached the front gate. All she had was the ten grand Megan had sent her. First on her list was finding

nearby rentals, aiming for something close to Ferguson Corporation. But the company was smack in the city center, and rent started at

meant expensive daily

weighing her options, she noticed the nearby public electric