บททั้งหมดของ Your Lips to Mine #3: The Billionaire's Dangerous Muse : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The roar of engines filled the air as the race wound toward its final laps. My hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were white, but it wasn’t the G-force or the speed that made my heart race now—it was the sense of impending danger, the feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong. I’d kept ahead of Victor’s driver for the last few laps, my car responding to every move I made. But as the track twisted before me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Victor had something up his sleeve. His team was notorious for their underhanded tactics, and I knew that, at any moment, they’d pull out all the stops to ensure he won. Damian’s voice came through my earpiece, steady as ever. “Stay focused, Sierra. You’ve got this. Just keep your line clean. We’re almost there.” But the anxiety that crept into my chest was undeniable. My eyes flicked to the rearview mirror as I pushed my car through a sharp turn, and I could see Victor’s driver just behind me. He wasn

The track stretched out before me, a blur of asphalt and adrenaline. I was pushing myself to the limit, my hands gripping the steering wheel, my heart pounding in my chest. The car was responsive, back to its usual precision after the pit stop, but the gap between me and the front runners was still wide. Four laps behind. I could hear the rumble of engines, the roar of my competitors as they raced ahead. The pressure was mounting with every second, but I couldn’t afford to back down. Damian’s voice crackled in my earpiece, calm and unwavering as always. “Sierra, stay sharp. You’ve got the pace to catch up. Focus on your lines, and we’ll make it.” I could hear the slight tension in his words, but there was no doubt in his tone—he knew I could do it. He believed in me, and that belief fueled me more than any other fuel could. The roar of the engine in my ears drowned out the noise of the crowd, my focus narrowing to the task at hand. Every corner, every straight, every slipstream—each

The tension in the air was palpable as I rounded the final corner, my heart pounding in sync with the roar of the engine. I could feel the pressure mounting from behind as Victor’s driver closed in on me, his car a mere shadow in my peripheral vision. Every fiber of my being was focused on that finish line. I couldn’t afford to falter now. I had come too far. As I pushed the car harder, I could feel the tires struggling to grip the asphalt, their squeal a sharp reminder that I was teetering on the edge of control. The crowd’s cheers were a blur in my ears, drowned out by the steady hum of the engine, the rhythm of my thoughts guiding me forward. I could see the finish line ahead, almost within reach, but Victor’s driver was relentless. He was inching closer, pushing his car to the limits, determined to take the win. Suddenly, he made his move. A desperate dive to my right side, attempting to nudge me off the track. It was the kind of move I had expected from him—ruthless, underhande

I woke up slowly, the sterile white lights above me too bright at first. The buzzing of machines was all around, and my body felt heavy, like the weight of everything that had happened had settled deep into my bones. I could feel a dull ache everywhere—my head, my ribs, my arms, like a reminder of the crash. A memory flickered in my mind: the finish line, the surge of adrenaline, and then the blinding impact. I squeezed my eyes shut against the wave of dizziness, trying to push away the fog that clouded my thoughts. But then I felt it—warmth. Someone’s hand around mine, gentle but firm. I turned my head slowly, and there he was, sitting beside me. Damian. His eyes were locked on mine, full of concern, but there was a hint of relief too, like he hadn’t realized how much he needed to see me awake until now. "Sierra," he whispered, his voice low and soothing, like a balm for the chaos still swirling inside me. "You’re awake." I blinked, trying to focus on him. My throat felt dry, and

As their flight touched down, the familiar skyline of Damian’s home country came into view. Sierra gazed out of the airplane window, her thoughts a mix of anticipation and apprehension. She wasn’t sure what awaited them back here, but with Damian by her side, she felt more prepared than ever. He reached over, lightly brushing his hand against hers, a quiet gesture of reassurance. She turned to him and smiled softly. They had come a long way. Walking out of the airport, they were greeted by the familiar figure of Nathan, Damian’s ever-efficient secretary. Nathan was standing near Damian’s car, scrolling through his phone, completely oblivious to their arrival. “Nathan!” Damian called out as they approached. The young man’s head shot up, and his face immediately lit with recognition. “Sir Damian!” he exclaimed, his voice bright with relief. “Welcome back!” His enthusiasm, however, faltered slightly when he noticed Sierra walking closely beside Damian. His brow furrowed in confusion.