She Ruined His Racing Dream Novels & Stories

She said I needed to look pretty, but I knew she just wanted me to use it to hide my bruises. And so I did. Every day for the past year. Sophia was the worst mother any child could ever dream of having. After my father died, I knew life would become a living hell. He had been my hope. Dad used to tell me I could be anything. Sophia told me I was nothing and eventually stopped fending for me after high school. So I did whatever I could to take care of myself and save enough money to run away from her dirty claws one day. Three thousand, four hundred and twenty dollars.

Something underneath that had pushed through. "You knew," he said. "About Cross." "Lap eleven." Something moved in his expression. "How." "The line," she said simply. He looked at her for a long moment. Then he said something she hadn't expected from him. Something that didn't fit the organization asset she had been building in her head across three races. "I'm sorry," he said. She stared at him. "For the Kellner Sprint," he said. "You deserved to know what that race was."

"But remember this. Speed doesn't matter on a racetrack. The winner is the man who crosses the finish line alive." He reached out and patted my cheek. The force wasn't heavy, but the insult was extreme. "Your father didn't understand that back then. That's why he rotted in a wheelchair." My hand shot up and seized his wrist.

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

“You took everything from me, Jennifer. My future. My reputation. My life.” “You cheated on him!” “And he should have forgiven me!” The sheer madness in her voice terrifies me more than I want to admit. Garrett steps forward now. “And you ruined my racing career,” he adds bitterly. “Sponsors dropped me. Teams stopped calling. I have become a joke.” “You did that yourself,” I shot back shakily. His jaw clenches. For a second, I thought he might have hit me. Instead, he smirks coldly.

With a sneer, I tossed my phone aside and kicked Jasper again without holding back. I had no interest in his tragic past. The only thing I cared about in this life was racing. Back then, just to avoid inheriting the family business, I met my father’s demand of earning two billion before immediately throwing myself into the racing world. However, after being driven to ruin by Jasper using some unknown excuse, my father jumped to his death right in front of me. Even the entirety of his donated estate was seized by Jasper, who openly married Myra with it. Then what was the point of all my years of hard work?

“What happened?” “He laughed at me first. Then I said something I shouldn’t have. I threatened his daughter, Kara. Not to hurt her, but I implied I knew things about his family that could destroy them just as thoroughly as he’d destroyed yours.” He finally looked at me, and the shame in his expression was unmistakable. “He believed me. He gave me everything I needed that night. Recordings. Documents. Enough proof to bury Irish Devonte for the rest of her life.” “Then why does this feel like something you’re ashamed of?”

He was a talented racer, but just never got a chance. They had once worked on their cars together. They would go to the races together, dreaming about earning enough money to realize their dreams. After that terrifying accident, Colin lost his legs. He lost his dream and his sister. Colin had been tortured and greatly troubled by life. He even had many wrinkles on the side of his eyes, looking much older than a lot of people his age. "It's fine, I don't have anything else to do anyway. I'm an employee of the company as well. I want to help everyone too."

The parts, how to drive a car to win a race, and how to ride on the front lines. Mr. Martinez was a big shot in his time until he dies in a terrible accident in a league car race. It was this tragedy that made Alita fold into the calm and enduring woman she had grown into. She believed he was untouchable and couldn’t get hurt even though he sustained a lot of injuries. He always came back to the race track and continued to rule. When he died, she lost all courage and bravery to face life with her fist raised high as he thought her to. She never made peace with losing which is why she kept that part of her life under the wraps.

“Can we please talk after the race? I only want to explain myself. Whatever else happens after that is entirely up to you. I promise I won’t make it long.” I shook my hand from him, disappearing down the hallway. I had nothing to say to him. He came out shortly after. After all, this was his race as well. Now on my bike, the crowd roared with cheers as several of our engines roared to life. The Race had finally begun. Everything I had planned was useless now. My confession didn’t matter anymore. Winning didn’t matter either. Nothing did. Because the one person that I loved had betrayed me before we even had a chance for our love story to begin.