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!"

cheek, a mark forming rapidly. He

swallowed her pride, had actually

felt a sting of hurt for a moment. "You hit me? Really?! I'm done talking to you, Clara! Unless you're cooking for me for a year. If you're leaving, then get out of here! You'll be back

spun on his heel and

Clara dragged her suitcase downstairs, she heard Naomi's piercing voice. "My goodness, Clara, you hit your brother! You... you're impossible! Go kneel outside until we're satisfied, or

applying some balm to Ryan's cheek, her expression full of

gratitude, and when he looked at

chest came in waves, but she was done begging for their affection. She pulled her suitcase toward the door, her voice steady. "I don't want to stay here

like you? Fine, fine, you haven't worked a day since graduation. Let's see how you make

with the loud slam of the

sofa, her hand shaking around her cup of

concern.

"Yeah, she hit me this time. No way I'm

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

bad about imposing for too long. She checked online for nearby rentals, aiming for something close to Ferguson Corporation. But the company

meant expensive daily taxi

her options, she noticed