She Ruined His Racing Dream Novels & Stories

“Do you drive?” “I don't drive, I lose control when I drive, that's why I don't drive. I crashed my dad's ride worth six million dollars and I haven't paid that yet… I have seizures and lose control, past trauma memories.” Jason confessed, as he placed his hand on the steering wheel, he loved the interior as well. “Mehn this is fire. I'm so in love with this.” Jason giggles, “This is to tell you that I'm ready to race.” Carrillo wore a serious look on his face.

Ruth could not be bothered to argue with her, so she took out her phone and sent a message. Katie had no intention of leaving, and she suddenly changed the topic as well as her tone. “I heard that you went to the racing club with him last time? You’ve seen his driving skills, right? Do you know why he stopped racing?” Ruth’s hand paused, and her eye twitched slightly. Katie had noticed Ruth’s fingers stop. She continued to explain with mock kindness, “It’s because he encountered an unusual setback during his time in the racing circle, all because of the woman who truly matters to him.”

It was as if the world had stopped, and at that moment, I realized that my dreams had been shattered. 'Charles, Are you okay?' Roger asked, showing his fake concern. I clenched my fist and forced a weak smile, not wanting to show any vulnerability. 'Yes, just a little astonished seeing Ruth finally finding her mate.' I replied, my voice wavering slightly. Deep down, I knew that I couldn't trust anyone in that room anymore. 'Yes, I finally found my mate.' I heard Ruth say as she looked at her new partner with adoring eyes. The room erupted in applause and congratulations, but all I could hear was the sound of my shattered dreams echoing in my ears.

“There are two types of racers. “ he says, keeping his hand casually resting on the steering wheel despite the high speed we are removing with, “The ones who drive because they love the sport, the challenge or the adrenaline. And the ones who want to destroy themselves.” “I’m sorry.” I say quietly. “It’s not your fault. “ Dominic says, “We started together when I moved to the US. I had raced before, just not that much .” “You’ve never mentioned it.” “I didn’t have the chance and the time to tell you.” Last night he said he remembered everything. But we also agreed we won’t go back to this. So I ask about Max. “What happened in the US?” “He met the wrong people. “ Dominic says, “Or they are t

Then, now that we have met, he wants to break up. He said he is losing his dream. His dream of performing is gone. Show the world what his talent really is. I ruined his dreams? Just because we had a relationship? Why did I gamble? I know that this is our destiny. Really wrong. I can sleep crying. When I woke up my eyes hurt. I tried to open my eyes again, but the pain I felt last night just returned. I like to think that it was all just a dream. A nightmare and I need to wake up.

She would not have entered the car race this time if it had not been for Hanson. Her father’s favorite sport had always been auto racing. She used to enjoy watching her father race and thought he was very cool. As soon as she learned how to race and won the championship several years in a row, she got married, and her father passed away. The shock and loss had killed her joy of racing. Sandy might not have gone racing if she had not asked for her help the last time. It was finally race day. Ivanka purposefully changed her makeup today so that no one could tell who she was.

“No. I think it's terrifying for you. You're facing a future you didn't choose, and you want one last decision that belongs entirely to you.” Matteo looked away. “I don't want my final memory of racing to be a hospital bed,” he said. “I don't want the last thing I remember about my career to be a doctor telling me I can never drive again. I don't want people talking about me as though I became a different man the day I got hurt.” “Then remember everything that came before it. Remember the races you won, the team you built, and the people who look at you and believe they can achieve something extraordinary. Your career isn't one final race, Matteo. It's everything you've already done.”

The writing was vile, full of excuses and deflection. There was no trace of remorse. It was the frantic begging of a man at the end of his rope. He even had the nerve to mention the child whose death he had caused knowingly. After reading it impassively, I tore the paper and fed it into the shredder. I learned of Tessa’s fate by chance while out shopping one day. She had suffered a mental breakdown and lost the child. Traumatized in both body and mind, she never recovered after returning to her hometown.

Like this was funny to him. I rolled my eyes and turned away again, fresh anger bubbling up inside me. He finally cleared his throat and when he spoke his voice was calm, too calm. "I do care about you Adriana. I care about us." I scoffed but didn't look at him. "I'm offended that you think I'm not capable of winning this race," he continued and now there was an edge to his voice. "You forget who I am. I'm a don, not some reckless kid. The only reason I got into an accident during the last car race was because my father sabotaged me. He rigged the whole thing to try and kill me."

I battle to control myself, and I drop to my knees before her. “Malishka, hey…” I cup her jaw again. “It wasn't any of your fault.” She shakes her head, refusing to believe that. “I shouldn't have started that race. I shouldn't have gone to a lonely road. What was I thinking? I should have known this would happen…” She sobs harder, ignoring my words. “I…should have been more careful. Now, she broke me. She's shattered my dreams.” My gaze hardens to steel at the mention of the culprit.