Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Fiery Finish: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

I aimed the helmet camera at the fuel gauge, letting the shocking numbers come into full view.The voice over the comms was unnervingly calm through the thick smoke.“This car is the team’s Endurance King.“The tank is twice the size of a standard race car, and a blast would be just as big.”There was a pause in the breathing on the other end. Both of them clearly thought the same thing.“You guys want to guess…“How far can I push it before it blows?”Next, Mandy Johnson shouted, “Jane! Don’t—don’t do this!”Her warning had barely left her lips before my husband, Thomas Carter, laughed into the comms.“Why panic? You think I don’t know her?“She’d have nightmares for three days if she even hit a rat on the road. You really think she’d crash for real?!“Just watch. Our Iron Racer is going to seal your promotion today!”I didn’t respond to his taunts and kept my eyes glued to the coordinates blinking on the navigation screen.“The commentary booth is thirty kilometers away.

Time stretched endlessly in the silence.No matter how I screamed, all I heard on the other end of the comms was the team manager, Ben Sutton’s repeated questions.It was then that I realized Thomas had cut off my audio feed long ago.Thomas’s feigned worried voice rose over everything.“Oh, Ben, don’t worry. You know how stubborn Jane is. She says she won’t make contact unless she breaks the record, insisting on creating a miracle all by herself.”I frantically adjusted the signal transmitter, my throat raw as I spoke out.“Ben! The brakes and doors have been tampered with! Send someone now!”However, all that reached me was the static hiss of electricity.From the other side came the faint scrape of a chair and the tap of keys.Then Mandy’s anxious voice cut in.“Sigh, I really don’t know how far Jane wants to take this car. The fire is already huge, and she still won’t slow down or stop.“Are those empty honors really more important than her life?”Silence swallowed the

I regained consciousness, only to be wrenched awake by searing pain.Every breath felt as if my lungs were on fire, and my vision remained blurred for a long moment before I could make out the pale ceiling.The hospital room was silent except for the steady beeping of the monitors.“Oh, you’re awake?”My attending physician was on his rounds in the next room. Hearing the noise, he peeked in, his voice carrying professional astonishment.“You really are lucky. Severe lung infection, multiple burns across your body, a shattered left arm…“Your willpower is incredible, having made it through all of this.”He continued to record my condition, telling me my family would arrive soon.Family?The word nearly made me laugh coldly.What family did I have? My mother was still gravely ill, and my husband only wanted my life. The child I had raised for three years wasn’t even mine.At that moment, the hospital door was thrown open.Thomas rushed in with his mother close behind, while

In the end, the court, armed with irrefutable evidence, convicted Thomas and Mandy of intentional murder and hit-and-run.Given the severity of their actions, their multiple sentences resulted in twelve years of imprisonment and a lifelong deprivation of political rights.At the verdict, they stood at the defendant’s bench, their faces ashen, stripped of all former arrogance.The judge also ruled that my collision, under the extreme threat to my life, constituted emergency self-rescue.However, because the incident caused severe damage to race facilities and vehicles, I was required to bear corresponding civil liability.No sooner had I stepped out of the courthouse than I received a civil summons.The plaintiff was the team manager and head of the racing organization, Ben.On the day of the hearing, my mother-in-law had been waiting at the courthouse entrance long before me. The moment she saw me, she lunged in a frenzy.“Jane! How can you be so cruel, even going after your ow

Fifteen years later, Thomas walked out of prison.He was not met with freedom, but with seized properties, frozen bank accounts, and a massive civil judgment for the destroyed race car.Unable to pay, he became branded a “deadbeat” the moment he regained liberty.Penniless, cornered, and desperate, the once-glamorous racing commentator, now driven to high-interest loans, had no means to repay.Debt collectors arrived quickly.Thomas kneeled on the grimy concrete, clutching the leader’s pant leg, babbling incoherently.“Just a few more days! I used to be a professional commentator. I know many bosses and racers… I can pay it back!”The debt leader looked down on him as if he were inspecting a piece of rotting garbage.“As a man who just got out of fifteen years in prison, do you think you get to negotiate?”He gestured behind him.The thugs swarmed, fists and clubs raining down, punctuated by the muffled cracks of breaking bones and blood-curdling screams.Thomas’s legs were