Todos los capítulos de Wheels of Fate (MM): Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Pakin’s P.O.VThe city of Bangkok, with its neon veins and suffocating noise, gradually faded into the rearview mirror. We drove for nearly two hours, leaving the sprawling concrete jungle behind in favor of the quiet, rolling darkness of the countryside.Sean drove with a relaxed confidence, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on my thigh, his thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles against the fabric of my trousers.I leaned my head back against the seat, watching the silhouettes of palm trees flicker past like ghosts under the moonlight. For the first time in my entire life, the air in my lungs didn't feel heavy.The invisible crown that had pressed down on my brow for twenty-odd years—the one made of expectations, royal decrees, and the crushing weight of my father’s disappointment—had finally been lifted.Sean eventually slowed the car, turning off the main road and navigating a narrow dirt path that led into a small, empty field. He killed the engine, and for a moment, the

Pakin’s P.O.VThe world narrowed down to a single, shimmering line of asphalt and the rhythmic, guttural scream of the engine vibrating through my spine. When the lights finally went green, the roar of the crowd vanished, replaced by the violent surge of G-force pinning me into my seat.Twelve laps. An endurance test.For the first six laps, it was a psychological game of chess played at two hundred kilometers per hour. We kept a steady, disciplined pace, the nine cars forming a high-speed convoy of screaming metal.I could see Sean’s car just a few meters ahead of me, his driving fluid and precise, a perfect line of aggression and control. We weren't pushing the engines yet; we were conserving, feeling out the track, and waiting for the first crack in the opposition's armor.Then came the seventh lap.The atmosphere shifted. The steady hum of the race broke as Talay, true to his arrogant nature, decided he had waited long enough. With a sudden, violent burst of acceleration, he tore

Pakin’s P.O.VThe first thing I felt was the smell. It wasn't the scent of burnt rubber or the acrid tang of gasoline that had filled my lungs during the crash; it was the sterile, cloying scent of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol.Then came the sound—the rhythmic, steady beep... beep... beep... of a heart monitor that seemed to be pulsing in time with the throbbing ache in my skull.I forced my eyelids open. The light was blinding, a harsh fluorescent white that made me wince and squint. As my vision slowly blurred into focus, the first thing I saw was a silhouette.Sean.He was sitting in a plastic chair pulled tight against the side of my bed. He looked like he’d been through a war. His racing suit was half-unzipped, stained with soot and grime, and his eyes were rimmed with red, looking sunken and exhausted. The moment he realized I was awake, he leaned forward, his grip tightening on my hand.I tried to speak, but my throat felt like it had been scrubbed with sandpaper. I swallowed

Pakin’s P.O.VThe drive back to my old manor was the first time in years that the road felt like it was leading me toward a sanctuary rather than a gilded cage. Beside me, Sean drove with a relaxed grip on the steering wheel, his presence a grounding force that kept me from drifting back into the anxiety of the past few months.As the wrought-iron gates swung open and the familiar gravel driveway crunched beneath the tires, I looked out at the sprawling estate. It was a place of memories—some suffocating, some sweet—but now it felt different.When the King had officially acknowledged my relationship with Sean and removed me from the direct line of succession, I had expected to be cast out entirely. I had prepared myself for the possibility of being stripped of everything, forced to rely solely on Sean or the kindness of my brother.But my father, in his own strange, distant way of showing love, had been surprisingly lenient. While I no longer bore the burden of the crown's expectation

Hey guys!Sean and Pakin's journey has finally come to an end and they've officially crossed the finish line!Saying goodbye to a book is always hard and I’m crying as I write the final chapter to their story.Thank you to everyone who read this story and adored Sean and Pakin! I hope it went as to your liking!Also, a big thank you to everyone who commented about my health and checked up on me! I’m doing a lot better now, still healing and it’ll take a lot of time to get past my mental health issues, but I do plan to come out on top.Hopefully we’ll meet with a new book soon with more adventure and even bigger surprises!Till then, happy reading and stay safe!LOVAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!