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.

they restrained him, Simon glared

more you care about something, the more you pretend you don't. You must be freaking out right now. You've been chasing Clara for so long, and now you have to marry

He burned with frustration.

he noticed the mood on the upper floors-a sudden burst of excitement, like everyone

getting shoved into

the doors opened on the ground floor, he overheard

just got married! Some of the execs saw the marriage

for real? Who would

a rich family? That was messy. With all this

as cold at home as he is at work, his wife's

trouble, and then it's us

fight, it's always the little

miserable—until someone else chimed

CEO actually likes his wife. So

just a family match-up. Guess we'll

in his tracks and turned

shrugged he was

the company chat. The wedding candy is already on its way, and it's the expensive kind.

scowled. No way that