She Ruined His Racing Dream Novels & Stories

Does marrying a billionaire make things this easy? I imagined what Illyra would say if she could see us. She would be completely against me learning how to ride especially in a fancy Lamborghini. I sighed, acknowledging that I missed her so much. I accelerated, then stalled. I stomped on the gas, then the brakes. I spun out, again and again, kicking up clouds of dust. I felt exhausted but he looked proud. In fact, he looked like he had won a lottery as he watched me. “You’re doing great,” Viktor said for the umpteenth time, even as he

I asked. Benji shook his head. “She’d already know.” “How?” “I don’t know how that woman knows half the shit she does, but trust me, she’d know. I bet his name is already struck from the races.” “He won’t be able to race in the other ones?” “Once you miss one, you’re eliminated.” “Oh,” I said. “Poor Rick.” He’d worked so hard to get where he was, and it had been taken away from him by Sid and Mark. Dicks.

Ready whenever you are, baby. Trust me, that was all Vincent needed to devour me whole… and to think that this was the first of many nights like this as a married couple… I failed to ruin my billionaire ex-husband as promised, because he ruined me instead. THE END.

"Don't worry, Christopher. Even if you can never get out of bed again, we'll take care of you for the rest of your life." My injuries started aching again when I heard that. I remembered how hard it was when I first began racing. Our parents died in a car accident when I was seven, leaving behind the ten-year-old Claire and me. For my survival, Claire had to work three jobs a day. She even denied herself proper meals and gave me the only bit of meat she had. When I got older, I happened to see a racing competition one day, and winning came with a big cash prize. I signed up right away, hoping to give Claire and me a better life. I trained day and night. There were times the car flipped over,

"You're the heiress of the Stone family, Victoria. Are you really going to let this pass? I'll deal with that scheming homewrecker myself!" Sherry had always been impulsive. I stopped her before she could even make it out the door. "There's no need." Sherry's eyes turned red with frustration. "But tomorrow's your wedding. What are you going to do?" She had always worried about my relationship. Over the past five years, whenever she mentioned Zachary, she always thought he was poor and wasn't good enough for me. All I had to do was leave him, and I could go back to living as the wealthy heiress I was meant to be.

“Who is this?” “Nooo!” I lunged for the phone. “I don’t want to see him!” Jesse dodged me easily. “Hello, this is Nia’s friend. Can you come to Antonio’s bar?” I tried again, but suddenly the room spun violently. Everything went black.” *Raymond’s POV* I drove like a madman across the city, guilt clawing at my chest. This was my fault. I had pushed too hard, scared her, and now she was out there hurting because of me.

Even hired a private investigator who came back empty-handed after six months. It was like she'd erased herself from existence. The cruise ship. That goddamn cruise ship they'd bet on. The prize for successfully completing the challenge—make Shayla Hale fall for him before graduation. It was still docked at the marina, untouched, gathering dust. He'd bought it outright after graduation—paid an obscene amount of money to own something he'd never use—because the idea of anyone else stepping foot on it made him want to burn it to the ground. He couldn't enjoy it. Couldn't even look at it without wanting to be sick.

I shot back, echoing the same words I spoke to Walter. He laughed. Dark. Low. "Pathetic? Nah. Concerned? Yeah. You're burning bridges you might actually need later." "Don't need shit from Andrew Cooper." "Maybe not. But his wife's got connections. Family money. Political pull. You just made an enemy you didn't have to make." "Then I'll handle her too if she becomes a problem." The Ferrari won by half a second. GT-R driver misjudged the final corner, hit the wall, spun out. The crowd went wild.

“Racing? You mean like a car racer? You do that? Is that how you got injured?” I nodded, still panting. “Yeah… underground street racing. I’ve been doing it for years. That’s how I used to send money to my mom before she married your dad. Last night was a big one. Someone put a ridiculous hundred grand bet on me. I won, but my brakes failed right after the finish line. I crashed Bethany pretty bad.” Enzo’s expression shifted from confusion to something much darker. His hand moved from my chin to my throat, pressing me firmer against the wall.

She thought Zoraya was only leaving for a Night Circuit event when she ordered for the fan jacket. Who would have thought she went because of a man? ********************************** Toronto He stood over and watched Zarin walked away with the woman. Zarin looked too comfortable with her and he clenched his fist. He wanted the top driver recognition and losing to Zarin’s group not only ruined his chance but Zarin performing so strongly during the race was enough to ruin his chance. He knew the lady looked familiar but couldn't place where he had seen her. His manager appeared from behind and patted his back. “You did your best Damien. The team members failed you”