Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 756

Tara was gripping the incense so hard it nearly snapped in her hand, her knuckles white with tension.

But everyone else had their eyes closed, lost in prayer—no one saw the storm brewing on her face except maybe Buddha himself.

The old lady’s voice broke the silence. “Tara, I promised I’d make it up to you. Maybe that bracelet yesterday wasn’t to your taste, but I have three percent of Ferguson Corporation’s shares. When I get home tonight, they’ll be yours.”

Tara froze, barely able to process what she’d heard.

Three percent of Ferguson Corporation? Did she even realize what that meant?

She opened her mouth, still in disbelief. She’d expected some kind of cash settlement, maybe a check, but not actual shares in the company.

If anyone else in the Ferguson family found out, they’d probably go insane with jealousy.

The old lady took a deep breath, eyes still shut. “All these years, the Warren family raised you well because of a promise I made a long time ago. I said you’d become one of us. Your parents passed away young, and I took a liking to you. The Warren family gave you an excellent upbringing. Things just didn’t work out with Dylan—maybe it wasn’t meant to be. I’m giving you these shares so even if you never rely on the Warrens again, you’ll always have a good life.”

Tara's incense snapped in her hand.

She’d never been treated unfairly in the Warren family. Honestly, in families like this, money was just a number—it barely mattered.

When you grow up surrounded by wealth, you don’t really get how precious it is.

“My feelings for Dylan have nothing to do with the Ferguson money, ma’am, I—” She felt like she was suffocating, desperate to explain herself before the old lady thought she only cared about the money.

Was it just because her parents died early that everyone assumed she was shallow?

Why wouldn’t anyone believe she actually loved Dylan?

If she couldn’t be with him, what was the point of living?

She sucked in a shaky breath, her eyes wild. “I swear—I’m not after the Ferguson money. I love Dylan more than anyone else in this world. If I can’t be with him, I don’t even want to live. Buddha, I swear, I’ll love Dylan for the rest of my life!”

Clara heard all this and couldn’t help but find it funny. Was Tara clever, or just clueless?

Three percent of Ferguson Corporation—people in the Ferguson family had spent their whole lives begging for a piece of that, and Tara, an outsider, just got it handed to her. She knew Dylan’s heart belonged to someone else. The smart thing would be to take the shares and let go.

With that kind of money, Tara could live like a queen for the rest of her life—heck, her kids and grandkids, too. She could spend millions every month and never run out. Why waste all that for a man?

Tara caught Clara’s look and sneered. “You think I’m like you, don’t you? Some nobody who only sees Dylan’s money and power. I’m nothing like you. I told you, I’m the one who loves him most. Clara, I will never give up. All these years of upbringing, all the training—I’m the one who’s truly right for Dylan!”

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