Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99

Chapter 99

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The starting lights suddenly blazed to life. The red lights started ticking down with sharp beeps. Every giant screen in the arena flashed the countdown numbers. Then, the red lights died out, and the greens burned brightly.

“Vroom! The roar of engines shook the sky. The six motorcycles exploded off the starting line, wild as rampaging beasts.

The sleek silver-black motorcycle blasted forward like a launched cannon shell in the very first second of the race, instantly pulling ahead by several motorcycle lengths.

“Whoa, damn!” Gasps of disbelief burst from the crowd. The speed was overwhelming right from the start- an instant, crushing dominance!

In the spectator stands, Jessica shot to her feet, the sweetness of her carefully painted eye makeup collapsing under shock. “She… how could she really know how to…”

Didn’t Mom say that Sienna grew up in the rural area? She’s nothing but a rustic country bumpkin-a total nobody! How could someone like her possibly know anything about motorcycles and racing?’ Jessica’s mind was reeling.

Declan’s face twisted with ferocity, his eyes glinting coldly as he stared at the silver-black motorcycle speeding ahead in the lead. His grin grew even more sinister.

‘Ram now! The harder you ram, the more likely every turn ahead will become your deathtrap!’ Declan thought.

Soon, Sienna came into a turn. Turns were every racer’s shot for a clutch overtake—the perfect spot to snatch the lead.

Crow, riding Shadow, his gaze was cold and ruthless behind the visor. He gunned the throttle, and Shadow darted to the inside line like a shadow.

Simultaneously, with a quick tap of his finger, his horn blared. Just as Sienna’s Ghost nailed the crucial apex with surgical precision, Crow muscled Shadow right up against Ghost, pushing in without mercy.

The other three club riders gunned their engines too, their horns blaring as they surged forward-forming a lethal triangle that closed in on Sienna. It was a scheme they had plotted before the race even began.

It didn’t matter if Sienna could actually ride or not. Their goal was simple: force Ghost to a standstill, pin Sienna down so she had nowhere to escape, and clear the path for Crow to snatch the victory.

The three motorcycles surged in, surrounding her in a relentless trap. Meanwhile, Shadow was hugging the inside line, clearly trying to bulldoze Ghost off the track as they hit the turn.

Sienna had no choice but to ease up on the throttle and try to swerve away from Crow’s ruthless attack. Otherwise, at this speed, she would end up slamming right into the guardrail. And with that kind of impact, she would be sent flying off her motorcycle by sheer force.

Seeing this, Declan’s eyes flashed with cruel excitement as he clung to the rail. Deep down, he was practically

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This perfect squeeze the turn would definitely case that trick in her fuel rank to take effect, and Ghost w be un est contred and fly off the track, a total wreck

And whatever in that fuel tank would vanish-no one would ever find a trace! And best of all, Declan could! Tinh all em Crow 1 had nothing to do with him.

Perched atop the silver-black motorcycle, Sienna’s gaze swept over the rearview mirror. She took in everyone’s intentions-their positions, their paths, all mapped out in her mind.

Beneath her silver-black helmet, her face revealed no emotion, but her bright eyes sparkled with joy and

excitement.

After four years, that long-lost pulse-pounding rush is just too exhilarating! Sienna thought to herself.

In her rearview mirror, Crow’s eyes were blazing with malice beneath his helmet, locking fiercely onto hers.

He was riding Shadow, skimming past the inside line at an angle. Following a strange, unpredictable route, he charged straight toward Sienna in a side-on collision. His momentum was fierce, carrying a powerful, wind- tearing force.

“Damn! That rookie king is freaking insane! He doesn’t just risk other people’s lives, but when he goes all out, he even puts his own life on the line!” someone commented.

“Wasn’t he famous for playing dirty behind the scenes in the past? How come this time he’s doing it openly?” another said.

“What grudge is he holding? He’s actually going after her life? That’s totally breaking Phantom Bay’s rules!” someone protested.

“Get him off the track! Get him off! Off!”

“Adhere to the rules! Adhere to the rules! Adhere to the rules!”

The stands erupted in shouts. One after another, the spectators expressed their disdain for the so-called rookie king of the circuit, Crow.

Meanwhile, on the track, Sienna, caught between three motorcycles and facing a deadly collision with Shadow, was nearing the center of the turn. If she didn’t slow down or evade, Ghost would definitely lose control

However, Sienna didn’t intend to back off. At the very center of the turn, she suddenly floored the throttle.

“Damn! This girl’s fearless! On this crazy turn, she’s not slowing down-she’s flat-out flooring it?”

“She’s totally trapped-three motorcycles closing in and Crow gunning for her. If she floors it now, there’s no

way out!”

“If she’s not slowing down, even riding Skye’s legendary Ghost, she’s bound to lose control!”

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“With that kind of momentum, she’ll fly right off the track

The stands erupted in a thunderous uproar, the crowd going absolutely wild Out on the track, Sienna shid the tail of Ghost at an unbelievably sharp angle-skimming the guardrail by the slimmest margin

And then, she ac ctually launched right off the track, and Ghost rocketed into the air, wheels lifting clean off the ground!

The entire crowd’s hearts leapt with Ghost as she rocketed skyward-their eyes snapping wide in shock, breath caught tight. “Vroom!” The engine screamed, drowning out everything and shaking the sky

When that silver-black bike shot up into the air, one could barely see anything just a flash, a streak of speed, gone in the blink of an eye.

“This is crazy! This is really crazy! Someone in the crowd couldn’t help but yell, hearts in their throats.

Even an outsider would know how dangerously high the risk was of a tire lifting off the ground at such extreme speeds! And this wasn’t just high-speed driving – it was happening on an extreme curve,

And when the motorcycle rocketed skyward, inertia would cause it to lose all grip; both the rider and the vehicle would be thrown out. And the height of that launch was enough to kill on impact!

The stands were absolutely losing it. And those three riders who tried to trap her straight up lost their minds -freaked out by what they had just seen.

“That girl’s got crazy guts! Even we as pros wouldn’t risk a move that wild! they thought in disbelief.

“Screech!” A sharp, piercing screech of tires suddenly split the air. The silver-black motorcycle shot through the sky, its front end dropping sharply midair.

Ghost skimmed past the turn and soared down toward the next. The front wheel slammed hard onto the ground-throttle eased, front tire lifted slightly.

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