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

you don't. You must be freaking out right now. You've been chasing Clara for so long, and now you have to marry someone else. Looks like it's finally my turn to laugh at

He burned with frustration.

But then he noticed the mood

shoved into the

on the ground floor, he

hear? The boss just got married! Some of the execs saw the marriage certificate.

real?

that overseas celeb who married into a rich family? That was messy. With all

CEO's as cold at home as he

stir up trouble, and then it's us

always the little people who

miserable—until someone

CEO actually likes

match-up. Guess we'll

his tracks and turned to

employees just shrugged he was a stranger

popped up in the company chat. The wedding candy is already on its way, and

scowled. No way