Todos os capítulos de Racing My Heart to You: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

What Vito didn't know was that the Falcone family's network had already delivered a detailed report to Liliana, recounting everything that had happened in New York that day.Isabella, slicing into a rare steak, was unconcerned. "She's not here. What's the big deal if I wear it?"Vito took a deep breath, unsure if he felt more disappointment or anger. "Take it off. Don't touch her things."He knew how particular Liliana was about her things. She would fly into a rage if she found out someone had touched her clothes."Vito, when did you get so stingy? When I first came back, you told me to treat this place as my own home."Isabella dropped her knife and fork, walked over to him, and placed her hand on his chest."Besides, my becoming the lady of the Moretti estate… isn't that the future we both wanted three years ago?"Vito froze.Yes, he had once planned to marry her, had sworn to protect her with the full power of his family.But now, as he looked around the estate, he was struck by ho

London's winter felt exceptionally cold and long.I wrapped my dark cashmere coat tighter around me, walking alone on the damp streets.As I passed an underground racing club, the roar of engines was like a siren's call, pulling me inside.On the track, a silver Koenigsegg and a matte black modified Mustang were locked in a fierce battle.The spectators screamed, lost in a frenzy over the death-defying driving.Although the two cars were neck and neck, my trained eye could tell the matte black Mustang's cornering was sharper, and its driver had a reckless, nothing-to-lose style.The long-dormant thrill seeker in me began to stir. I leaned against the railing and, with a swipe of my card, placed the highest bet of the night on the black car.Sure enough, the black car took the win with an impossibly arrogant drift.The man in the driver's seat got out. Someone leaned in and whispered to him, and then the man walked straight toward my section of the stands."That was a heavy bet. Weren't

The fried fish stuck in my throat, and I coughed so hard my lungs felt like they would explode.I never thought I would run into Vito here.The divorce was exactly what he wanted. He and Isabella should have gotten their happy ending by now.Was he really going to chase me across the world for revenge over a lie Isabella told?The thought of the beating I took in that abandoned warehouse made me cough even harder.What rotten luck. Even a simple plate of fish and chips, ruined by the one man I was so desperate to leave behind.Ryder quickly patted my back, handing me a glass of water. "Are you okay? Here, drink some water and catch your breath."The next second, with a loud bang, the small shop's glass door was violently kicked open.Vito stormed in with several bodyguards in black."Get your filthy hands off her!"Ryder frowned, but worried that any sudden movement would make my coughing worse, he reluctantly stepped back.Vito poured a fresh glass of water and handed it to me. "Drink

Sizzle.Top-grade wagyu sizzled on the grill, its outer layer crisping while the inside remained tender. The rich aroma filled the rainy night air on the balcony.I stared at the meat, my every breath filled with a craving for the delicious food.Ryder expertly cut the cooked meat into small pieces, paired it with his handmade sauce, and pushed it toward me. I exaggeratedly pressed my hands together and bowed to him in thanks."Ryder, you're not just a master car modifier, your barbecue skills are insane.""Ever thought about quitting the racing world to open a barbecue joint? I'd definitely be your most loyal VIP customer!"Ryder chuckled at my antics, pouring me a glass of fruit wine. "You haven't changed at all," he murmured."Huh?" I looked up, my mouth full. "Do I... know you?"He seemed lost in thought, gazing at me with his deep blue eyes."A year ago, at the Monte Carlo circuit. You and your racing team friends came to the club to hang out. I was there too.""After the race, we

The months in London allowed my wounds to gradually heal. I decided to restart the automotive design dreams that had been forced to a halt.I sent my resume to the top-tier European racing team owned by Ryder's family, applying for the position of custom sports car designer.To my surprise, I received a reply quickly. I got the job.Ryder was already leaning against his supercar, holding a bouquet of red roses behind his back.When I came out, my face beaming, he presented them to me. "I had a feeling this beautiful lady was having a good day. Congratulations in advance!"I laughed, taking the flowers. "As expected from the team owner. Your intel travels faster than your cars.""You knew?" He was a bit stunned, then looked at my expression nervously."I swear, you getting the job had nothing to do with me. The E-Customs you founded is legendary in the tuning world.""Of course I know that." I mimicked his usual arrogant eyebrow raise. "My designs don't need a back door."The warm sun s