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."

She

get you today, I'll eat my hat!" he taunted, lunging

onto the window ledge. It was the third floor, and

he could finish, Clara gave him a

scratched her cheeks and twisted her ankle. But she couldn't waste a second. With

path, hearing Nate's shout behind her. "Ada! She's running! Get

spot-on. Ada wouldn't let this

now outside the estate but her ankle was

heard footsteps closing in, panic surged. Nate

throbbed painfully. Just as she emerged from the trees, a car horn blared in the distance. Relief washed over her when

black car pulled up beside her. She opened the door and

reading. The sunset

the door, curled up in the

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

Clara feared Dylan might hand her over. After all, she