All Chapters of Racing My Heart to You: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I had always yearned for absolute freedom. This was my ninety-ninth attempt to escape an arranged marriage, and this time, my fiancé Vito finally cornered me at an underground racetrack.I lifted my chin and challenged the Moretti heir to a bet. If he won the race, I would marry him.My car skidded out of control on a cliffside turn. Vito had been poised for an easy win, but he slammed his car into mine, knocking me back to safety as he plunged into the sea.Dragging him from the water, his face a mask of blood, I had to admit the truth to myself. I had lost. Completely and utterly.The union between the Moretti and Falcone families sent shockwaves through the New York underworld.Our elders breathed a collective sigh of relief, as if their most troublesome problem had just been solved.My friends all joked that the wild rose who'd run from ninety-nine arranged marriages was finally caught by the Mafia heir. They said he would lock her in his manor and tame her.But they were all wron

Vito froze for a second, but before he could speak,Isabella, beside him, put on a great show of her shock. "Vito, this is all your fault! You left Liliana in a neighborhood where a gunfight could break out at any moment to bring me back first. She's angry with you."He fell silent, clearly agreeing with her.In his mind, there was no way I actually wanted a divorce.I was a madwoman who craved absolute freedom, who had run away from an arranged marriage ninety-nine times.But it was this same rebellious me who had fussed over our wedding, personally vetting every single flower for the bouquet.In front of the priest, I had eagerly let him place the heavy wedding ring, a symbol of family ties, on my finger.What, if not absolute love, could make a wild bird fly willingly into its cage?At the thought, the panic in his eyes faded, and his tense shoulders relaxed."Stop throwing a tantrum. I'll have the butler run you a bath."I couldn't be bothered to argue. I knew exactly how clear my

Isabella's "masterpieces" scrolled across the giant screen.From the initial aerodynamic sketches and aggressive body kit designs to the engine's peak performance data on underground tracks.But all of that was my work!It was the first time in my life I had reined in my wild nature. I stopped getting drunk in nightclubs and locked myself in a stuffy garage, working through the night. For a whole month, I ran on four hours of sleep a night to produce those one-of-a-kind blueprints.And now, on every blueprint and data report I had personally drafted, my signature rose emblem had been erased from the bottom right corner, brazenly replaced with Isabella's forgery.Isabella stood on stage in her haute couture gown, shamelessly soaking in all the applause.She even smugly announced that for the future of the studio, she would be disbanding the current core team of technicians for a complete overhaul.My crew, the men who had been through hell and back with me and were waiting to be introd

I found his accusation absurd. "She shamelessly stole our garage, and now she's framing me and slinging mud?""Vito Moretti, don't push me."It took me only a second to completely rule out the possibility that my crew was involved.They might have grown up on the streets, but they lived by the underworld's code. They would never do something as low as sending a woman razor blades.When Vito heard me insult Isabella, the violence in his eyes flared, and a vein throbbed at his temple.He clenched his fists, reminding himself that Liliana was his wife, an untamable wild rose. As heir to the family, it was his duty to teach her to submit."I'm not going to argue with you about this.""Apologize to Bella. Now. You will kneel before her and beg for her forgiveness. You will beg her not to leave. You will make her feel safe enough to take over that damn garage."My pupils dilated. My breath seemed to stop, my chest forgetting to rise and fall.Me, apologize to Isabella? Beg her to take my lif

By the time I settled into my first-class seat, the hashtag IsabellaTheThief was already exploding across the underworld's private networks.It was my crew, my daredevil brothers! I had specifically used my family's connections to get them away safely!Why did they come back?In the chaotic live footage, the same tough guys who had conquered the underground racing circuit with me were shouting, their eyes red with fury. "This isn't Isabella's goddamn work! She stole everything from our boss, Liliana!"They shoved candid photos of me working myself to the bone in the garage straight at the news cameras.In one photo, I was in a tank top stained with motor oil, crawling under a car in hundred-degree heat to tune the chassis...In another, it was three in the morning, and I was hunched over design blueprints, my eyes shot with red...I never thought they would have secretly taken so many photos of me while we worked together.I certainly never thought they would risk being dumped in the