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,

right now. You've been chasing

He burned with frustration.

keep taunting Dylan. But then he noticed the mood on the upper floors-a sudden burst of excitement, like

frowned, getting shoved into the

the doors opened on the ground floor, he overheard

the execs saw the marriage certificate.

real? Who would the

rich family? That was messy. With all this drama in

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

up trouble, and then

always the little

looked miserable—until someone

upstairs that the CEO actually likes

family match-up. Guess we'll have to

turned to them. "Who told you

just shrugged he was

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

scowled. No way