Lahat ng Kabanata ng Oops! I Crashed the Alpha King’s Wedding. . .: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Hazel POVThe cheering crowd felt far away now, like noise from another world. My stomach had emptied itself completely—nothing left but bitter acid and shaking. My legs trembled so badly I thought they might give out any second. Cold sweat clung to my skin, and every breath still tasted like burnt rubber and fear.Asher crouched beside me, silent for once. He held out the bottle of water again. I grabbed it with shaky hands and drank greedily, gulping until the plastic crinkled. The cool liquid helped a little. The spinning in my head slowed, but the world still felt unsteady.I tried to stand. My knees buckled almost immediately.Asher moved fast. His arm slid around my waist, strong and steady, pulling me upright against his side. The warmth of his body cut through the night chill. I hated how safe it felt for a second.“Let go of me,” I whispered. My voice came out soft and hoarse, barely louder than the distant engines.“I’ll carry you to the lounge to rest,” he said quietly. “Th

Hazel POVI walked away from Callie without looking back, my legs still shaky from the race and the ugly confrontation. The stack of money I had thrown at her face lay scattered on the ground like worthless paper. Her furious shouts and the sound of her kicking Asher’s car faded behind me, but the humiliation burned hot in my chest.How dare she treat me like some cheap gold-digger? I had never asked for any of this. I never wanted Asher’s attention, his money, or his dangerous world. All I had wanted was to save my brother. Now I was tangled in something far bigger and more terrifying than I could handle.The racing complex felt endless. Bright lights, roaring engines in the distance, people laughing and cheering like nothing had happened. I kept my head down and walked until I reached the main road outside the gates. My racing suit felt ridiculous now—too tight, too obvious. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to disappear.After almost twenty minutes of waiting, a kind older ma

Hazel POVThe house was dark and quiet when I finally slipped through the front door. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else—weak and trembling after the long night. The racing suit had been returned, and I was back in my old hoodie and jeans, but I still smelled like gasoline and burnt rubber. My eyes were swollen from crying on the way home.I closed the door as softly as I could, but the floorboard in the hallway still creaked.A light clicked on in the living room.Lucas sat up on the couch, rubbing his eyes. He must have fallen asleep waiting for me. His hair was messy, and he looked thinner than before the whole nightmare started.“Sis?” His voice was hoarse with sleep. “It’s almost two in the morning. Where were you?”I froze in the hallway, heart sinking. I didn’t want him to see me like this—red eyes, pale face, still shaking from everything that had happened.“I… had to take care of something,” I whispered, forcing a small smile. “Don’t worry. Go back to sleep.”He

I couldn’t stop shaking with rage.The red Ferrari roared through the city streets as I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. That cheap little bitch had thrown my money in my face. In my face! And Asher… Asher had defended her. He had warned me—actually warned me—to stay away from her.Me. His fiancée.The humiliation burned hotter than anything I had ever felt. I had never been rejected like this. Never been pushed aside for some nobody from the slums.By the time I reached the Voss family estate, my blood was boiling. I stormed into my private sitting room and slammed the door so hard a painting rattled on the wall.Nylah was already there, lounging on the sofa with her phone. She looked up, eyebrows raised. “What happened to you?”“That girl,” I spat. “The one Asher dragged into his car at the track. I found her waiting by his Maybach like she owned it. I tried to put her in her place and she threw my money back at me!”Nylah sat up straighter, eyes gleam

Hazel POVMy phone buzzed on the kitchen table while I was washing dishes.I dried my hands on a towel and picked it up. The message was from an unknown number. When I opened it, my blood ran cold.“Tell your brother to watch his back. Next time we won’t stop at bruises. Stay away from Alpha Asher or your whole family pays. We know where you live.”A photo was attached — Lucas’s bruised face from yesterday, taken from across the street. My hands started shaking so badly I nearly dropped the phone.This wasn’t a random attack. This was Callie. It had to be.I felt sick. Not just morning sickness sick — deep, bone-chilling fear. They knew where we lived. They were watching us.I couldn’t breathe. Mom was in the living room folding clothes. Lucas was resting in his room, still sore from the beating. If anything else happened to them because of me…I had to end this.Before I could think too clearly, I grabbed my jacket and slipped out of the house. I took the bus straight to the city cen