Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Ryan didn't have a choice he was practically dragged onto Simon's boat.

Simon wasted no time. "Clara's been kidnapped by Dylan," he said, his voice tight.

Ryan's heart dropped. He knew Clara hated Dylan-she'd told him so more than once. And now Dylan had forced her into marriage? That was it. Ryan couldn't just sit back anymore.

Simon was pacing the deck, phone glued to his ear, barking orders. Between calls, he glanced at Ryan. "You really don't know anything about Clara's past?"

They'd been obsessively piecing together information for days. Simon knew how much Ryan cared about Clara-she could be from anywhere, any family, and Ryan would still want to protect her.

Then Simon dropped the next bombshell: Dylan had forced Clara to register for a marriage license. Worse, Dylan already had a kid with someone else. Ryan's anger boiled over.

The whole thing had started as a joint plan between him and Simon. Even Cole had tried to talk Ryan out of it, but the thought of Clara being trapped with a man she despised drove him crazy.noveldrama

"I don't know. Maybe my dad does," Ryan said quietly, his voice strained. He looked exhausted. Even if they managed to take down Dylan, they still hadn't found Clara. She hadn't tried to reach him either.

What neither Ryan nor Simon realized was that Clara had been in that car the other day. Their original plan had been to take Dylan out together, but since he walked away without a scratch, they figured they'd failed.

Simon was just as frustrated. How could Dylan still be alive after all the planning? Now he was waiting for Dylan's revenge, but two days passed and Palm Bay was silent.

Still, Simon was convinced Dylan wouldn't come after Ryan. As long as Ryan kept his head down, he'd be safe.

"Ryan, stop worrying about Clara. If we think things through and really hurt Dylan this time, she'll have the chance to escape. Once she's out, I'll take her somewhere far away-Dylan will never find us."

Ryan was in on the plot, but he didn't trust Simon for a second. In his mind, no one was good enough for Clara.

Dylan was bad news-he deserved a punch in the face. Simon was even worse- he deserved two.

But right now, the only thing that mattered was finding Clara.

Ryan stayed silent. He knew Simon was using him, but he didn't care. If it meant getting Clara away from Dylan, he'd take on anyone.

Simon kept talking, laying out plans for their next move, totally missing the icy look in Ryan's eyes.

Ryan wasn't that naïve kid anymore.

He could see right through

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Simon there wasn't any love for Clare there, just jealousy mayb even hatred.

That wasn't love. Real love showed in your eyes, gentle and real. Ryan looked down, tuning out Simon's schemes.

Clara was jolted awake in the middle of the night by someone pounding on the front door. She hadn't even gotten out of bed before the lock broke and the door smashed open. Strangers stormed into the Bolton house.

Emily jumped in front of them, her voice shaking with anger. "What are you doing? Why are you breaking our door down?"

A group of rough-looking

middle-aged men swept their eyes across the living room, faces hard and unfriendly. "We heard there's a pretty woman from the here. capita Who knows what she's really doing? We're taking her to the care facility!" Cóntent

Emily's face went white. Her grandpa had always warned her-nothing good happened at the care facility.

She'd once thought about working there, but he'd yelled at her to stay far away

and made her promise she'd never set foot in that place.

Knowing she couldn't fight them off, Emily yelled, "Clara, run!"

Clara had just managed to get dressed when her door was kicked open.

The men saw her and stopped short, surprise flashing across their faces. Then they grinned and closed in.

"She's the one from the capital. Let's take her!"

Emily rushed over and grabbed onto one man's leg. "Clara, run! Don't let them take you that place is horrible!"

She didn't even finish her sentence before someone kicked her aside. Emily hit the floor hard, coughing up blood.