All Chapters of Wheels of Fate (MM): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

130 Chapters

Chapter 90: Blessings and Bombshells

Pakin’s P.O.VThe air in the garage was thick with the scent of high-octane fuel and burnt rubber, a smell that had become synonymous with my new life. We stood beside our machines, the silence of the room punctuated only by the rhythmic clink-clink of tools.My car, the Valkyre, looked like a predator poised to strike, its sleek lines shimmering under the fluorescent lights. Beside it sat Sean’s Porsche GT3, a beast of a machine that mirrored its owner’s aggressive confidence.Matt, our lead mechanic, was hunched over the engine bay of the Porsche, his hands grease-stained as he made the final adjustments. He was a man of few words, but his precision was legendary. He moved with a surgical focus, tightening a bolt here, adjusting a valve there, ensuring that every single component was tuned to perfection.Coal stood between us, his arms crossed, looking more like a general than a strategist. He glanced at the clock and

Chapter 91: Puppets and Power Plays

Pakin’s P.O.VThe silence that followed Pa Yiwa’s question was deafening. For a moment, the gentle lap of the Chao Phraya river against the pier sounded like a crashing wave, drowning out everything else.I felt my heart sink, a cold weight settling in the pit of my stomach. I had come here specifically to escape the noise—to find a sanctuary of steaming noodles and grandmotherly kindness where the suffocating pressure of my royal blood and the toxic fallout of my history with May couldn't reach me.But the tabloids had reached here first. The scandal had leaked into the one place I felt safe.I stared at my plate of Pad Krapow, the vibrant basil and spicy chilies suddenly looking unappetizing. The headline she mentioned—the one claiming I had accepted a proposal from a woman—was a lie, a calculated strike by May to paint me as a hypocrite and a liar, especially now that my relationship with Sean was becoming

Chapter 92: The Roar of the Crowd

Pakin’s P.O.VThe Buriram International Circuit was no longer just a racetrack; it had become a coliseum. As we arrived, the sheer scale of the event hit me like a physical blow. Fifty thousand seats, and every single one of them seemed to be occupied. The air was thick with the smell of burnt rubber, high-octane fuel, and the electric hum of anticipation.But this year, the atmosphere was different. The security was suffocatingly tight, with guards stationed every few meters, their eyes scanning the crowds with a level of intensity that usually reserved for visiting heads of state. And then there were the paparazzi.They were swarming the perimeter like vultures, cameras clicking in a rhythmic, aggressive cadence. I didn't need to be told why. I was the catalyst. The "Hidden Prince" was no longer hidden, and the media was desperate to capture every blink, every bead of sweat, and every flicker of hesitation on my face.As I walked

Chapter 93: The Line of Fire

Pakin’s P.O.VThe roar of the fifty thousand people in the stands had morphed from a rhythmic chant into a wall of white noise. It was a physical weight, pressing down on my shoulders, reminding me with every vibration that I was no longer just a man in a racing suit—I was a spectacle. I was a royal curiosity.I was a target.I stood in the pit lane, the heat radiating off the asphalt in shimmering waves. Beside me, Sean was a silent, steady pillar. He wasn't racing today; as a veteran and the reigning king of the track, this preliminary heat for the new members didn't concern him. But he hadn't left my side for a second.As I began the ritual of gearing up, my fingers trembled slightly while pulling on my fire-retardant gloves. The fabric felt tight, almost suffocating, mirroring the knot of anxiety tightening in my gut. I reached for my helmet, the sleek carbon fiber reflecting the chaotic energy of the stadium.Sean stepped closer, his presence cutting through the noise. He reached

Chapter 94: The Bitter Taste of Victory

Pakin’s P.O.VThe moment I crossed that line, the world exploded. The roar of fifty thousand people wasn't just a sound anymore; it was a physical force that shook the very ground beneath my boots.As I climbed out of the cockpit, the adrenaline was still screaming through my veins, making my fingertips buzz and my heart hammer against my ribs like a trapped bird."Pakin! You did it! Keng mak! [Very clever/skilled!]" Coal’s voice boomed over the noise as he practically tackled me, almost throwing Sean aside.Suddenly, I was engulfed. The Track Dragons swarmed me—Coal, David, Tyson—their arms wrapping around me in a chaotic, sweating, triumphant huddle.I could feel the rough fabric of their racing suits against mine, the smell of burnt rubber and expensive fuel clinging to us all. Sean didn't interfere, he just watched from the side as our teammates hugged me so tight they cut off my air-supply.For the first time since arriving at Buriram, the weight of the crown felt light. I wasn't

Chapter 95: Shadows in the Neon Light

Pakin’s P.O.VThe Lux was a sensory overload the moment we stepped through the heavy velvet curtains. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, sweet vape clouds, and the electric hum of a bassline that vibrated in the very marrow of my bones.Neon strips of violet and gold sliced through the dimness, casting long, shimmering shadows across the crowded dance floor. It was the kind of place where the wealthy came to forget their titles and the reckless came to find a thrill.Tonight, it was our sanctuary."Drinks on the winner!" Coal roared, throwing an arm around my shoulder and steering me toward the VIP bar.The crowd seemed to part for us, a few people recognizing me from the screens at the circuit and whispering frantically to their friends. I felt a flicker of that old anxiety, but then I felt Sean’s hand slide firmly into mine, his fingers interlacing with mine in a silent, grounding promise. I squeez

Chapter 96: The Broken Puppet

Pakin’s P.O.VI stepped further into the oppressive darkness of the alley, the muffled thumping of the club’s bass sounding like a distant heartbeat.The air here was cold and smelled of damp concrete and old trash, a stark contrast to the neon luxury of The Lux. I stopped and turned to face her, my expression a mask of cold indifference, though my heart was hammering against my ribs."Explain," I commanded, my voice echoing slightly against the brick walls. "Why did you ruin whatever was left of our friendship? Why the lies, the fake engagement, the scandals? And why the hell are you here now, looking like you’ve crawled out of a grave?"May didn't speak at first. She stood there, trembling, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. Slowly, with shaking hands, she reached up and pulled back the oversized hoodie.The breath left my lungs in a sharp hiss.Under the harsh, flickering light of a single overh

Chapter 97: The Poisoned Chalice

Pakin’s P.O.VThe bass of The Lux continued to vibrate through the floor, a rhythmic thumping that felt like it was trying to synchronize with my own heartbeat. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, sweat, and the sweet, cloying smell of cocktails.Despite the chilling encounter in the alley, the party raged on around me.Sean was like a shadow, never more than a few inches from my side. I could feel his protective energy radiating off him, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd with a predatory sharpness. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble against my ear."Pakin, pom wa rao kuan klap ban dai laew [Pakin, I think we should go home already]," he murmured, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back. "The energy in here is shifting. It's too crowded."I looked over at Coal and David, who were currently engaged in a loud, drunken debate about engine torque, laughing hysterically. They were in their element

Chapter 98: The Weight of the Guilt

Sean’s P.O.VMy knuckles were split, the skin torn and raw, but I didn't feel the pain. All I could feel was the adrenaline screaming through my veins and the white-hot rage that refused to cool.I stood over the man—if you could even call that bloody, broken heap of meat a man anymore—my chest heaving, my breath coming in ragged, guttural gasps.I should have killed him.The thought echoed in my head, dark and insistent. He had touched Pakin. He had looked at him with those filthy eyes and tried to break him. The image of Pakin lying there, limp and unresponsive, his clothes torn, sent a fresh surge of violence through me. I wanted to go back down and crush his throat until the light left his eyes."Get back! Thoy pai! [Get back!]" the guards shouted, their voices sounding distant, as if they were speaking from the bottom of a well.Three of them slammed into me, their combined weight finally forcing me aw

Chapter 99: Fragments of Glass

Pakin’s P.O.VWhite. Everything was blindingly, oppressively white.I drifted in a void of static and cold, the sensation of floating in deep water until suddenly, the surface broke.My eyes snapped open, and the first thing I saw was a ceiling of sterile tiles and the harsh, flickering glow of fluorescent lights. I tried to move, but my limbs felt like lead, heavy and unresponsive, as if they didn't belong to me.Then, the sounds rushed in. The rhythmic beep-beep-beep of a heart monitor, the hushed whispers of voices, and the scent—that sharp, cloying smell of rubbing alcohol and bleach.I blinked, my vision blurring.Faces began to materialize around me. Doctors in white coats, nurses with clipped expressions. They were hovering, their voices a distant drone, talking about "vitals," "dosage," and "recovery."Panic, sudden and violent, surged through my chest.I didn't know where I was. For a split second, I wasn't in a hospital; I was back in that room. I could feel the weight of a

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