Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire Racer I Kissed : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Clara had always understood the rules of the arrangement.Elena was Matteo's fake girlfriend. The public needed to believe they were together.That meant photographs, events, appearances, carefully timed affection and the occasional hand on an arm for the cameras.Clara could work with that.What she couldn't work with was Elena apparently forgetting that the relationship had an expiration date.It started with calls, then a nickname."Matty."Clara's fingers stopped moving across her keyboard. She slowly lifted her eyes. Elena was standing beside Matteo's desk, holding two cups of coffee.Matty.Clara stared. Matteo didn't react."Your coffee," Elena murmured, placing one cup beside him.Matteo glanced at it."Thank you."Elena smiled and leaned down. She kissed his cheek casually. Like she'd done it a hundred times.Clara's pen pressed harder against the paper beneath it. The tip snapped. She looked down. Ink had spilt across her fingers."Shit."Elena looked over."Are you okay?"C

Clara didn't let it go. For two days, she tried approaching the problem from every possible angle.She reviewed the agreement again. She spoke with Luca. She prepared a termination proposal and sent it to Matteo.He rejected it. She sent another. He rejected that too.By the third attempt, Clara walked into his office with the document in her hand and very little patience left.Matteo looked up from his laptop."No."Clara stopped."You haven't even seen it.""I've seen the last three.""This one is different.""It's still a termination request."She placed the folder on his desk."Because the situation hasn't changed."Matteo closed his laptop."Sit.""I'm fine standing.""Then stand."Clara folded her arms."Elena is interfering with your schedule, accessing information she isn't entitled to and treating a contractual arrangement like a real relationship. I'm not going to keep cleaning up after her."Matteo leaned back."You've made your position clear.""And you've ignored it.""Be

By eight-thirty, Clara had stopped pretending she was leaving the office early.Her laptop was still open. Two phones sat beside it.One showed the company's social media dashboard. The other was filled with messages from editors, journalists and members of her PR team.The negative stories hadn't stopped. Neither had Clara.She rubbed her tired eyes and opened another article. She barely got through the second paragraph before her phone buzzed.Sophie: Another one.Clara stared at the message."Of course."She clicked the link.Another attack on Matteo.Another carefully worded suggestion that his retirement wasn't voluntary.Another attempt to make Devereaux Racing look unstable.Clara leaned back in her chair."Who has this much free time?"She started typing a response when something caught her attention.A movement through the glass wall outside her office. Clara glanced up.Someone was walking down the corridor. She couldn't see the person's face clearly. Then the figure disappe

By late afternoon, Clara had learned that Matteo could turn exhaustion into an insult.The day had been unnecessarily long.A morning strategy meeting had stretched into two hours. That had been followed by a media call, a meeting with two sponsors, a discussion about the retirement campaign and three separate requests from the racing team that somehow required Matteo's personal attention.Clara had spent most of the day moving between rooms with her tablet tucked beneath her arm.By five, she was tired. Matteo looked as though he would rather personally dismantle the building.She was halfway through explaining a proposed interview schedule when she noticed it.His hand. It had closed around the edge of his desk.Not casually, hard.Clara stopped mid-sentence. Matteo's head was lowered. His jaw had tightened.For one brief second, something crossed his face. Pain, not irritation or anger. Then it disappeared.His fingers relaxed and he looked up."Continue."Clara didn't."Are you oka

Clara had learned that retirement stories were never really about retirement.They were about everything that came before it. The victories. The failures. The ugly moments people preferred to forget.And, in Matteo's case, the years he'd spent building a reputation that now had to survive his decision to leave active racing.She sat at her desk with three screens open, a notebook beside her and a half-finished cup of coffee slowly going cold.The retirement feature was supposed to be positive, not fake.Clara refused to write propaganda.But it needed to remind people why Matteo had earned the right to walk away.His championship wins were easy enough to document. His major victories were everywhere. His early racing years were less straightforward.Clara frowned at one of the articles."Where is the rest of it?"She clicked through another archive. Nothing. She tried another search. Still nothing.It was strange.For someone as famous as Matteo, there were surprisingly few detailed a