Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 89

Simon felt utterly powerless as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. In the Ferguson family, Dylan's word was practically gospel. But life has a funny way of leveling the playing field, and Dylan's accident, which left him in a wheelchair, seemed like a twist of fate. It was a relief for those who had always been overshadowed by his brilliance.

Growing up alongside Dylan was no easy feat. They were of the same age group, yet Dylan seemed to excel at everything without even trying, leaving others feeling second-rate. Simon's mom had a point. Clara's boldness could bring nothing but shame if she ever married him. Simon couldn't afford to let Dylan find any fault with him, and he needed to rein in Clara's audacity before things got out of hand.

He glanced around but realized Clara was already out of sight.

Quinn, clinging to Simon's arm, was elated. Nate had a reputation for being a troublemaker. Back in school, he'd even gotten a girl pregnant. If he was alone in a room with Clara, there was no way he'd keep his hands to himself. Clara was about to become a scandal!

'Serves her right!' Quinn thought.

Quinn was practically vibrating with excitement. If not for Ada and Simon nearby, she would've eavesdropped to confirm Clara's downfall. She would've been ready to spread the news and ensure Clara could never show her face again!

Upstairs, Clara didn't bother calling for help; she knew she was on her own. As soon as the bodyguards pushed her through the door, Nate locked it with a wicked grin. “Clara, you'd never guess Simon would just stand by while another guy messed with you. Serves you right. I told you not to fall for him."

He lunged at Clara, excitement written all over his face. But Clara dodged him.

Nate just thought it was all part of the game. "Stop resisting. You've always listened to my sister, right? Being her sister-in-law isn't so bad. Now, just take off your clothes."

window, trapped with nowhere to hide. She

today, I'll

stepped onto the window ledge. It was the third floor, and jumping down

he could finish, Clara gave

and twisted her ankle. But she couldn't waste a

limped and headed down a side path, hearing Nate's shout behind

instincts were spot-on. Ada wouldn't let

climbed a tree, scaled the wall, and jumped down. She was now outside the estate but

she heard footsteps closing in, panic surged. Nate would make her

forehead, and her ankle throbbed painfully. Just as she emerged from the trees, a car horn blared in the

up beside her. She opened the

was reclining, one hand supporting his head, quietly reading. The sunset cast a warm glow over him, softening

shut the door, curled up in the corner, and rubbed

reached the car but couldn't identify its owner. One knocked on the

Dylan might hand her over. After all, she didn't know where she stood with him,