Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 624

Aaron looked like he’d lost ten pounds in a week—bones sharper, eyes sunken—as he perched on the edge of Simon’s bed. “Told you, didn’t I? Ryan cares about Clara. There’s no way he’d swallow your story whole. But after what you put yourself through, even if he only believes a fraction, that’s enough. Your injuries are real, after all.”

Simon had nearly thrown his life away on purpose this time, all to frame Dylan and fan the flames of Ryan’s jealousy—just so Ryan would start to believe Dylan was the kind of guy who’d do anything to get what he wanted.

Simon coughed, the sound raw, and shot his cousin a frosty look.

“Man, it’s only been a few days and you look like hell. You sure you’re still alive?”

Aaron’s fists tightened in his lap, knuckles going white. Dylan’s name was like a splinter under his skin—he needed to do something, anything, to get him out.

“Yeah, well, remember when I said I’d help? I started digging, and you’re not going to believe this. Turns out Clara’s never seen her boyfriend’s face. Not once. Every time they meet, it’s in the dark. That mansion you told me about? From outside, you can’t see a thing. I’m sending someone in tonight to snoop around. Maybe we’ll finally find something useful.”

Simon frowned, trying to wrap his head around it.

Never seen his face? How’s that even a relationship?

He wanted to call Aaron out on his nonsense, but then he remembered that creepy old house. It didn’t exactly scream ‘normal couple’.

Clara had fooled him—and everyone else in their crowd—for years, making them all think she was obsessed with him. If she could pull that off, maybe falling for a guy she’d never even seen wasn’t so crazy after all. With Clara, nothing was ever as it seemed.

She was never the girl he thought he knew. He’d just been stupid enough to think he had her all figured out.

That arrogance was what got him here, bruised and humiliated.

Excitement rushed to his face, making his wounds sting and sending him into another coughing fit.

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