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Chapter 40

Camila’s POV Post

She looked me over from head to toe, then shook her head in disbelief. “You look

ridiculously good in that.”

“It’s a racing suit, Anabela.”

“It’s a racing suit on you. There’s a difference.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop smiling. The suit fitted comfortably, allowing me to move freely. I pulled the sleeves into place, tightened the fastenings, and checked my gloves. The familiar routine settled my nerves and sharpened my focus. I was here to race. And I intended to give it everything I had.

I walked towards the line of available cars, studying each one carefully. The most expensive vehicle wasn’t necessarily the best choice for this course. I needed a car with excellent handling, reliable acceleration, and enough power to carry me through the difficult stretches without losing control.

After examining the options, I chose a sleek, dark sports car that suited my driving style. I opened the door and lowered myself into the driver’s seat. The familiar scent of leather filled the cockpit. I adjusted the seat, checked the mirrors, and examined the controls before resting my hands on the steering wheel. For a moment, I simply sat there.

Outside, the arena roared with life. Engines thundered, spectators shouted, and the announcer called the competitors to prepare for the opening round. I closed my eyes briefly, allowing the excitement to wash over me. Then I started the engine. Its deep growl vibrated through the car. A smile slowly touched my lips. I’d missed this.

Anabela appeared beside the driver’s window, looking as though she might burst with excitement. “Remember the prize!” she called.

I pulled on my gloves. “I thought you trusted me.”

“I do. I’m just reminding you what you’re fighting for.”

“I’m fighting for the honour of my pack,” I teased.

“And the Lamborghini!”

I shook my head, laughing, then secured my helmet and fastened the strap.

A signal sounded across the arena. The drivers were being summoned to the starting grid. One by one, the cars began moving towards their assigned positions. The noise grew louder as competitors revved their engines, each determined to intimidate the others before the race even began.

I eased my car forward. The track stretched ahead, full of twists, obstacles, and challenges

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waiting to test us. Around me, rival packs gathered behind their drivers, their cheers rising above the engines.

ghtened my grip on the steering wheel. Whatever happened out there, I wouldn’t be intimidated. I’d come to compete, and I knew exactly what I was capable of. Now it was time to prove it.

Aria’s POV

I was on my way to approach another group of wealthy young men when I caught sight of a woman near the competitors’ area.

I stopped dead. That face…

My eyes narrowed as I tried to get a better look. She was wearing a racing suit, and people were moving around her, making it difficult to see clearly. Was that Camila Hart? No. It couldn’t be.

I blinked and looked again, but the woman had already moved towards the cars. What on earth would Camila be doing here?

I had come to the race with Vivienne, but I wasn’t interested in spending the entire day watching cars go around a track. An event like this was a golden opportunity to meet wealthy men from powerful packs. I intended to make the most of it.

There were plenty of eligible bachelors here, and I had already managed to get a few phone numbers. Two of them had even promised to take me out after the event.

I wasn’t about to waste my youth watching other people enjoy their money. I wanted the expensive clothes, the luxury holidays, the beautiful house, and a man who could give me the life I deserved.

I was young, attractive, and confident enough to know I could get what I wanted.

But Camila’s sudden appearance had thrown me off. Could she be here for the same reason? I remembered seeing her at the club, dressed to attract attention and sitting rather comfortably with a man. Perhaps she was still trying to prove she had moved on from Julian . Maybe she had decided that the quickest way to get revenge on her ex was to find another wealthy man. That sounded like something she might do.

Still, the racing suit bothered me. Had she come with one of the teams? Or was she simply trying to get close to someone who could afford to put her in a race car?

I couldn’t stand around wondering, I turned away from the men I’d been speaking to and hurried towards the spectator stands, where I knew I’d find Vivienne.

She was surrounded by several people, looking every inch the wealthy heiress. She had a way of attracting attention without even trying. Men admired her, women watched her, and everyone seemed eager to be on her good side. Being born into money certainly made life

easier.

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“Vivienne!” I called as I approached. “Vivienne!”

Her smile disappeared the moment she saw me. “What is it now, Aria?” she asked sharply. “Must you shout across the stands? Have you forgotten where you are?”

The people around her glanced at me. Heat crept up my neck.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, forcing a smile. “But I have something important to tell you”

“Then learn to speak properly instead of behaving like you’ve just arrived from some remote pack.” Her gaze swept over me dismissively. “Honestly, how many times must I remind you not to embarrass me in public?”

The humiliation burned, but I swallowed my anger. I needed to tell her what I’d seen. Guess who I just spotted?”

Vivienne looked bored. “I’m not in the mood for your guessing games.”

“Camila Hart.”

The change in her expression was immediate. Her eyes sharpened, and the easy smile vanished from her face. “What did you say?”

“I think I just saw Camila.”

For a moment, Vivienne said nothing. Her jaw tightened, and the hostility in her eyes was unmistakable. That name had become a sore point between them. Vivienne had been humiliated more than once, and in her mind, Camila was responsible for far more than she was willing to admit. She believed Camila had interfered in her marriage, played the victim, and somehow managed to turn situations in her favour. Worse, Camila had dared to chase Julian around, as though she had no shame at all.

Vivienne’s fingers curled around the edge of her seat. “Are you certain it was her?”

I hesitated. That was the problem. “I only caught a glimpse,” I admitted. “But she looked very much like Camila. She was wearing a racing suit and getting into one of the cars. I think she might be competing.”

Vivienne stared at me. Then she let out a short, disbelieving laugh.

“Camila? Racing?” She leaned back, and the tension slowly left her face. “You must have

mistaken someone else for her.”

“Maybe,” I said, though I wasn’t entirely convinced.

Vivienne gave me a look of pure disdain. “Think about it, Aria. Do you honestly believe someone like Camila could compete in an event like this?” I kept quiet. “This isn’t some cheap street race where anyone can show up and pretend to be important. These teams represent powerful packs. Their cars cost fortunes, and the modifications alone could buy someone an entire estate.” Her lips curved into a smug smile. “Camila wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

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I had to admit that her reasoning made sense. This was an exclusive competition, and entry wasn’t something a random spectator could simply demand. Perhaps I really had seen someone else.

“But I definitely saw her get into a car,” I insisted.

“And perhaps she was accompanying one of the drivers.” Vivienne waved away the suggestion. “Even if it was Camila, what could she possibly be doing out there? Watching, perhaps. Looking for another rich man to impress?”