Novel & Cerita Cheating The Race Hat In Time

she said coldly, arms crossing. Ivan’s jaw tightened. "That race was rigged. You cheated. I'm not accepting this." “Excuse me? Cheated?" Jessica looked ready to explode. "Show me where. How did we even cheat?" “Even if you played fair, my cousin must have gone easy on you. No chance you actually pulled off a win!" Ivan snapped, his gaze hard and accusing.

“Grandpa, I’m telling the truth. I really don’t have any freaking car racing skills. Thomas was the person who won against the Volant race team.“ “Ridiculous!” Richard slammed the table fiercely. “Harvard, how many times have I told you not to brag and take advantage of a situation? There’s no free lunch in the world. You’ve gotten into trouble this time, right? Were you happy being the Race Legend?”

Our team came running over, all talking at once. “Man, they race like animals!” “Next time we’ll get them, don’t worry.” “Bullshit,” I said loud. “They don’t race clean ever. They just push and cheat and everyone lets them because they bring in the sponsors.” Boston kicked the tire of his car. “I swear if I see Arnold again tonight I’m punching him in the mouth.”

"I never said that, and I never needed to steal his guaranteed admission!" I fixed my gaze on them. "Have you forgotten? I received Harmington University's admission letter last month. Why would I ever cheat?"

"And I hope the next time you barge into my place, do have better manners. Why were you running like tornadoes when you could have walked properly?" "Oh, that." Ella chuckled. "David came up with a match like the usual so we had a race. Of course, I am a faster runner than him so he lost." "You know there is no such thing, Ella. You won because you cheated, so technically I did not lose." "You are such a baby, Dave. Why can't you just accept your defeat?" "I will only accept defeat if it was a real loss and not if my opponent won for cheating." "I did not cheat—"

“This isn’t the ring you threw away. I went to the hospital and had one of my ribs removed to make a new one.” A shiver crawled up my spine. He had actually broken his own rib just to keep me. Though I didn’t feel moved by his devotion, only horrified by his madness. He continued, “This ring isn’t the old one, and I’m not the old Dylan anymore. So, can’t we start again?” I stared at the ring with mixed emotions. A part of me mourned the love we could never regain. The rest simply regretted the time I wasted on him. “Cheating is cheating. That fact doesn’t disappear. A ring or an apology won’t erase it.

I felt like that was another trap but my cockiness wouldn’t let me see it. “Fine” I said as I took the deal. Emory stood in front of me with his stick, “Are you sure you wanna do this?” I’m not dumb enough to mistake his words for concern, he was clearly mocking me. “You bet” I replied and stood by the post. In a span of thirty minutes, I was not able to block a single shot from him, they all swept right past me as the speed of lightning. “Come on princess, arch your back into this” he said boldly.

They would be disqualified from the race. Even if the racers made it past the turns, they would lose speed to stay ahead in the game. The crowd looked into the distance, their eyes filled with anticipation for the winner. Things were getting heated over on Kaze’s end. Down to their one and final opportunity, the blonde guy boosted speed to run into Clarice’s ride. His intent was to knock her over. With Clarice out of the way, the blonde guy could take home the trophy and acquire the reward from Jackie.

The air carried the scent of another woman's perfume. Wasn't this Valeria's scent? It seemed she had taken over my bedroom in my absence. Just as I was searching for the gold hairpin, Wayne unexpectedly returned. He paced briefly behind me before saying, "Look… I overreacted today and embarrassed you in front of everyone. But I'm the head of the Donaldsons, so I have to be fair to maintain respect. If you'd just go and apologize to Valeria…" "Excuse me," I said, completely ignoring his words.

Author's POV The day of the race finally arrived, bringing with it a whirlwind of excitement and tension. It was a speed competition with substantial prize money on the line—$500,000 for first place, $300,000 for second, and $100,000 for third. Aria found herself flanked by her longtime rivals who seemed to have coordinated their strategy. The moment the race began, they surged forward in tandem, deliberately squeezing her toward the back of the pack. But Aria hadn't claimed so many first-place victories by accident. This petty tactic hardly fazed her. Watching carefully for her opportunity, she seized the moment as they rounded a marker buoy and smoothly overtook them from the right side, h