She Ruined His Racing Dream Novels & Stories

“I'm sorry “. I grabbed the doll squeezing it close to my chest, I could feel my heart racing, my stomach hurting from hunger, I hadn't eaten the whole day since my father broke the news to me, I had thought it was some quirky jokes but my father wasn't one to throw tantrums. I held my stomach admiring my tears but still reality was staring before, my marriage to the old man….inevitable!. Still, the sons forced their way out, hurt, broken, I was literally shaking through my bones but yet, it was a done deal, I buried my face in shame, I had failed him, my dreams all shattered before my eyes. I cried like I lost a relative and truly I did lose something I would never call mine…..I lost the li

It wasn't until I turned eighteen, when he was involved in a car accident, that my world began to brighten up. However, I fell in love with racing, the very thing that had ruined my father's life. It wasn't until I met John in college that things changed. He funded a racing team, claiming he wanted to help me become a world champion. For three years, we worked together tirelessly. Everyone around us assumed we were a couple. To achieve the championship, I had been thrown off a cliff during a race. Three screws were inserted into my knee, which ached severely on rainy days.

“Do you even understand the level of shame you’ve brought on this family? Investors are pulling out because my daughter can’t keep her legs closed!” My lungs froze. “Dad, please, I didn’t—” “You’ve cost me millions. MILLIONS! And for what? A useless marriage you couldn’t even manage properly? A pregnancy that wasn’t planned? You fucking had a night stand with a man you know nothing about! You want to ruin me, Jane? You want to drag my name in the mud?” Tears blurred my vision instantly. The hurt was so sharp it felt physical. “Dad… I’m not—”

“Try me.” So he did. He told her about the first days of Project Revenant—how it began as a tool for peace, how Lucas twisted it for profit, how Dorian used it to predict betrayal within their own ranks. He confessed that when he realized what it had become, he’d ordered Eva to destroy it. She had faked her death instead. When he finished, the silence between them was a wound. “I wanted to protect you from that world,” he said finally. She shook her head. “You don’t protect me by hiding the truth.”

So she tampered with my car to ensure his victory. Yet she had always hated cheating in races. During her navigator training in the racing team, she had excelled, but because an opponent had cheated, she lost the opportunity to work with a better driver.

Just a storm of rage and raw, unyielding bone. The Ducati tears through the back roads, chewing up the Sicilian hills. The night air cuts through me like razors, but I need it. Need to outrun the fire crawling up my spine. Her laugh. His hands. The way I wanted to pull her away and break his scrawny little neck for touching what—" Fuck. I shut that thought down before it finishes. She isn’t yours. I push the bike faster. Twist the throttle until the engine screams beneath me.

“Stop it you old hag. I know the truth, dad can’t you see what their plan is? They want to turn you against me, take what’s mine.” “Amelia stop this nonsense immediately please. I am tired of this childish tantrum. Fine, you believe Gia stole your jewelry. Aren’t you supposed to report to me first, before going straight to the police. Do you know what this could do to Gia’s and our reputation?” Mr Richard screamed out in frustration. Amelia burst into wide ugly tears instead, before running out of the room. I sighed, rubbing my thumbs at the center of my forehead. “I am sorry,” Mr Richard says softly, now standing in front of Gia. “Don’t worry I will talk to Amelia. This is probably one of t

My grandfather, Daniel Collins, is a thief. He steals my grandmother's name, Elise Caldwell, along with her identity as a volunteer from the city. Then he uses it to escape from the remote backcountry with another woman. Years later, he becomes a law professor, standing at the front of a classroom and lecturing his students about justice. The woman he runs away with becomes a renowned painter, appearing on television to speak about integrity, morality, and principles. Meanwhile, my grandmother is left behind in that remote backcountry for the rest of her life. Everyone around her brands her a "slut" and shames her for something she has never done. She dies without ever reclaiming her n

“You did what you had to.” “That doesn’t make it easier.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I meant what I said yesterday. The jealousy is getting worse. Every time I look at you and can’t touch you, it builds.” I stared at my hands. “We knew the risks.” “Knowing and living it are two different things.” He turned his head toward me. “Tell me the truth. How bad is it for you?” I took a slow breath. “Bad enough that I can’t think straight most days. Bad enough that I feel guilty every time Chloe smiles at me. Bad enough that when Julian looks at me I want to disappear.”

The person who had screamed my name earlier hadn't come to save me. As my consciousness gradually faded away, I found myself falling into a dream. I dreamed about the time when Vincenzo flew all the way to Caraville while he was still pursuing me. Back then, my motorsports club refused to release me from the team, and he got so anxious that he made a bet with my manager, demanding that I be allowed to go home with him if he won the race. I sat in the front passenger seat as his navigator, but we still ran into an accident. He lost control of the speed while making a sharp turn, and the car broke through the guardrail and rolled all the way down the hill.