Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Dylan slipped the marriage certificate into his drawer, pen twirling between his fingers, not even glancing up when Simon spoke.

Simon was so over Dylan's act-always distant, always cool, like nothing could touch him and no one really mattered. That night at the old Ferguson house, Dylan had smoothed over a massive crisis with just a few casual words, making everyone else look like idiots in the process.

But Grandpa had made himself clear: Dylan had to get married within two weeks. There was no mistaking the message he didn't want Dylan anywhere near Clara.

Thinking about it, Simon couldn't help but smirk.

"Don't forget, Dylan. Grandpa wants you married within half a month. He's been seriously interviewing candidates for your wife these days. I guess you won't have time to hunt down Clara, huh?"

There was never going to be anything between Dylan and Clara anyway.

Dylan's pen froze for a second. Wordlessly, he picked up his phone and made a call.

A few minutes later, security showed up at the office. They addressed Simon politely, "Mr. Simon, please step outside."

Simon's hand curled into a fist at his side. He knew Dylan looked down on him— always had. But he was a Ferguson too, standing on Ferguson property. Why should he be the one to leave?

Before he could protest, the guards closed in.

Luckily, Simon had been training lately. He threw a few punches, holding his own for a moment. But these were Ferguson's top security guys-they had him pinned in no time.

him, Simon

You must be freaking out right now. You've been chasing Clara for so long,

He burned with frustration.

taunting Dylan. But then he noticed the mood on the upper

shoved into the

the doors opened on the ground floor, he overheard a group

of the execs saw the marriage certificate. They're handing out wedding

for real? Who would the

who married into a rich family? That was messy. With all this drama in the Ferguson family, I bet things are

as he is at

up trouble, and

powerful fight, it's always the little

looked miserable—until someone else chimed

someone upstairs that the CEO actually likes his wife. So maybe

just a family match-up. Guess we'll have to wait

stopped in his tracks and turned to them. "Who told

shrugged he was a stranger

The wedding candy is

scowled. No way that