Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run
Chapter 93

The Bradford family and Ada were seriously quick on the draw. While Clara was still laid up at home, nursing her injury, her phone buzzed with a call from Megan. "Clara, are you and Nate tying the knot?"

Clara paused, her brows knitting together. "Who told you that?"

"Nate was at Moonlight today, totally plastered, bragging to everyone that you're his wife. He even said the Bradford family is all for it, and the wedding's set for the end of the month. There were others there too. They said they got invites from the Bradford family."

Clara felt a sudden heaviness in her chest. She quickly fished out her phone, found Simon's contact, and called him up. No answer.

A wave of unease swept over her. She dialed Ryan next.

Ryan picked up, sounding chipper. "Clara, isn't Nate supposed to pick you up for your dress fitting? The housekeeper's already off booking the hotel. You're getting hitched soon, so aren't you coming back? I saw the wedding dresses delivered this afternoon and thought you'd tried them on already."

Everyone seemed clued in on her impending nuptials. Everyone except her.

Clara found it all so ridiculous. She took a deep breath, but even after hanging up, she felt like she was suffocating. No one had bothered to ask her what she wanted. It was as if they'd just drag her to the altar, no questions asked as she had no say in it.

Rage bubbled up inside her.

She grabbed the dossier Dylan had given her, meticulously checking each person's details. Her eyes finally landed on Ada's name.

She couldn't just sit back and let this happen. If people wanted a spectacle, she'd make Ada the star of that show.

Clara immediately thought of Sonya. She'd crossed paths with Sonya once before. That woman was insatiably greedy and probably held a grudge against Ada for marrying into wealth. A woman's jealousy is a dangerous thing.

Clara had Sonya's number on her phone, and after work, she went to see her.

Sonya was thrilled to get Clara's call. Any contact from Clara usually meant a nice payday. She saw Clara as her personal ATM.

Despite still being annoyed about that handbag incident, Sonya figured Simon had probably spoken to Clara. She assumed Clara was coming to make amends.

This time, she wouldn't ask for much-just three million. For someone like Clara, that was chump change.

The more Sonya dwelled on it, the more excited she got. She was ready to ditch her poker game, but her poker buddies weren't having it.

"Sonya, you leaving? You still owe each of us fifty grand. Isn't it time you settle up?"

Sonya scoffed, flaunting her bracelet. "Fifty grand is nothing. This bracelet's worth a million. I just don't want to sell it now. I'll have three million soon, and I'll pay you back in no time."

The other players eyed her with disdain. They only played poker with her, because they knew Sonya had a fool who would always handed her money.