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Chapter 41 

Aria’s POV Post 

Her contempt was unmistakable. I said nothing more. Vivienne had already lost interest in the matter. Her attention returned to the track, where the competitors were moving towards their starting positions. 

She had come prepared for this race. Her team had arrived early to study the course assess the obstacles, and identify any weaknesses they could exploit. She had also secured one of the best drivers available. The prize was practically hers already. That Lamborghini Revuelto would be a fine addition to her collection, and the victory would remind everyone that the Laurent family wasn’t a name to be taken lightly. 

Vivienne lifted her chin as the announcer’s voice boomed through the arena. “Let the others waste their time dreaming,” she murmured. “My team is here to win.” 

The engines roared louder. Across the track, the drivers settled into their cars. I glanced once more towards the competitors’ area, searching for the woman I’d seen earlier. I couldn’t find her. 

Perhaps Vivienne was right. Perhaps I had mistaken someone else for Camila. Still, the image lingered in my mind: that familiar figure climbing into a racing car as though she belonged there. 

I turned back towards the track just as the starting signal began its countdown. Whatever happened next, I had a feeling this race would be far more interesting than I’d expected. 

Camila’s POV 

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and watched the cars ahead of me. My position was far from ideal. 

Near the back of the starting grid, I had a long line of competitors between me and the leaders. Their engines growled impatiently, sending vibrations through the ground beneath our tyres. Beyond the windscreen, the enormous track stretched ahead, its sharp turns and brutal obstacles waiting to punish the slightest mistake. 

I took a slow breath. I hadn’t raced in months. My instincts were still there, but instinct alone wouldn’t win this competition. I needed concentration, timing, and the courage to make decisions before my opponents even realised what I was planning. 

The red sports car near the front caught my attention. It occupied one of the leading positions, its engine roaring louder as the driver revved it. Beside it, other professional racers waited for the signal. I flexed my fingers around the steering wheel. Come on. Let’s do this. 

The starting whistle shrieked. Every engine exploded into life. 

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Cars surged forward, tyres screeching against the track as the competition began. The stands erupted with cheers, the noise of thousands of spectators rolling over the arena like 

under. 

I pressed the accelerator. My car shot forward. 

The first few seconds were chaotic. Drivers fought for position, squeezing through gaps and jostling for space as the pack rushed towards the opening stretch. I held my line refusing to waste precious seconds on reckless moves. Then the first obstacle appeared 

A series of barriers forced the cars into a narrow passage before a sharp turn. Several drivers slowed, wary of clipping the barriers. I eased off the accelerator just enough to steady the car, turned sharply, and slipped through the gap. The tyres gripped the track. 

I accelerated out of the turn. One car fell behind me. Then another. 

My confidence returned with every successful manoeuvre. 

The months away from racing hadn’t erased what I knew. My hands remembered the wheel. My eyes measured distances almost automatically, and my mind calculated angles and openings faster than I could put them into words. I wasn’t simply driving. I was reading the track. 

Ahead, the competitors were beginning to spread out. The strongest drivers had taken control of the leading positions, while the rest struggled to keep up. I spotted the red sports car again. It was moving aggressively, cutting through the field with impressive precision. Whoever sat behind that wheel knew what they were doing. Good. A real challenge was exactly what I needed. 

I pushed harder. The engine roared as I overtook another competitor on the outside of a bend. I straightened the car and surged ahead before the driver could respond. The red car was getting closer. 

So was the front of the race. A few moments later, I had caught up with it. We were running side by side. I glanced briefly towards the other car, but its tinted windows revealed nothing about the driver. I couldn’t tell whether it was a man or a woman, young or old. All I knew was that whoever was driving had no intention of giving up the position. Neither did I. 

I edged forward, searching for an opening. The red car shifted towards the centre of the track. I adjusted my steering, looking for room on the opposite side. It moved again, blocking me. My jaw tightened. Was this driver serious? 

The track narrowed ahead, leaving barely enough room for two cars to run side by side. Overtaking there would be dangerous, especially with another series of obstacles approaching. I held back. For now. 

The red car accelerated, slipping past another competitor. Its driver seemed determined to build a lead, leaving me no choice but to follow closely and wait for an opportunity. I stayed on its tail, maintaining just enough distance to react if the driver made a mistake. 

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The next bend came quickly. I shifted gears and prepared to attack, but the red car took the racing line first, forcing me to remain behind. 

frustration grew. I hadn’t come all this way to spend the entire race staring at someone’s rear bumper. 

The red car shot through the bend and pulled ahead. A moment later, it overtook another vehicle, securing second place. I was now in third. 

I checked the track ahead. The first-place driver was still some distance away, but the gap wasn’t impossible to close. I could catch up. I knew I could. First, I had to get past the red 

car. 

I moved left. The red car moved left. I tried the right. It shifted right, sealing that opening too. A humourless smile touched my lips. 

“So that’s how you want to play?” 

I pressed the accelerator, keeping close enough to make the driver aware I was still there. The red car refused to yield. Instead, it drifted towards the outer edge, squeezing me towards the boundary. 

My tyres hummed dangerously close to the edge markers. I eased off slightly, correcting my position before I could lose control. The driver was doing it deliberately. Fine. I could play that game too. 

I studied the road ahead. Another tight corner was approaching, sharper than the previous ones. The track curved around a raised section of the arena, and the available space would shrink considerably at the turn. The red car moved towards the centre again, determined to keep me trapped behind it. But this time, I wasn’t looking for an opening beside the car. I was looking at the corner. My pulse quickened. It was risky. Very risky. 

The turn was too tight for a conventional overtake at our current speed. If I misjudged the angle, I could lose control and crash against the barriers. If the red car changed direction at the wrong moment, there might be no room to recover. I could wait for another opportunity. Or I could make one. 

The corner rushed towards us. I shifted my weight, adjusted my steering, and prepared the car for the manoeuvre. The red car held its line, leaving me almost no space. My fingers tightened around the wheel. Now. I turned sharply. The car tilted as I lifted two wheels off the track, balancing on the remaining tyres while the outer edge swept dangerously close to the barrier, 

For one suspended heartbeat, the world seemed to slow. The red car filled my vision. I held my nerve. My car skimmed past its side with barely any room to spare, the tyres screaming as I cleared the corner. Then all four wheels slammed back onto the track. The impact jolted through my arms, but I kept the steering steady and pressed the accelerator. 

I was through. The red car dropped behind me. I shot ahead, my heart pounding wildly beneath my racing suit. A glance at the position markers confirmed it. Second place. I had 

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done it. 

But as I straightened the car and fixed my eyes on the leader ahead, a warning light flashed across my dashboard. My smile vanished. 

Something was wrong. And with the next obstacle approaching at terrifying speed, had only seconds to find out what. 

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