The Luna Marked with Lies The Queen Crowned novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

Narik’s bitter smile lingered in my mind long after we parted ways, but I didn’t press him further.

There were things I needed to focus on, and racing was at the top of the list.

After bidding Narik farewell, I headed to the team’s training ground, determination burning in my chest.

The atmosphere at the track was electric, filled with the hum of engines and the smell of rubber.

Gregor, my coach, stood waiting for me, his arms crossed and a small smile playing on his lips.

“Ready to get back in the game?” he asked, handing me a helmet.

I nodded, sliding the helmet over my head. “More than ever.”

The training began immediately, intense and unforgiving.

Gregor didn’t hold back, pushing me to my limits as we drilled on racing tactics, cornering techniques, and reaction speed.

I spent hours in the cockpit of my car, running laps around the track, feeling the rush of adrenaline with each turn.

Every second counted, and Gregor’s shouts over the radio kept me sharp.

“Faster, Elizabeth! You’re losing time on the straight!”

I gritted my teeth and pushed the accelerator down, feeling the car roar beneath me.

There was no room for hesitation.

I needed to prove to myself–and to everyone–that I could still race at the highest level.

I immersed myself in the world of racing day in and day out, driving to the training ground at first light and not leaving until nightfall and the stars.

When I came home each night, the lights were always on.

No matter how late it was, Leo would always be waiting for me.

He was very curious about what I had been up to lately, but I kept my mouth shut and held on to the secret, telling him nothing.

I know that Gregor has signed me up for a fight, which is in two months.

Perhaps the race is the best time for me to explain it all.

In between racing sessions, I trained physically, running, lifting weights, and working on my endurance.

The pain in my muscles became a constant companion, but I welcomed it.

It reminded me that I was pushing forward, closer to my goal.

My teammates, initially skeptical of my return, began to take notice of my progress.

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Slowly but surely, I earned their respect.

After weeks of grueling preparation, I chose the Singapore Blast Grand Prix, a regional event that was fiercely competitive

It wasn’t the flashiest race, but it was the perfect stage for my comeback.

The sun was just rising as I woke from a light nap, the early morning light spilling through the curtains.

I glanced over at the figure beside me.

Leo, as usual, had made himself at home.

He had a way of showing up unannounced, and though it was sometimes frustrating, I had gotten used to his presence.

I wasn’t sure how he’d managed to get a key to my villa, but I’hadn’t bothered to change the locks.

Besides, it wasn’t like he was disruptive–if anything, he had been oddly helpful, making breakfast, cleaning up, and generally just hovering around.

Slipping out of bed quietly, I headed to the bathroom to wash up.

Today was a big day, and I needed to be focused.

By the time I made it downstairs, Leo was already dressed in a sharp suit, adjusting his tie in front of the mirror.

His breakfast preparations were laid out neatly on the table, the scent of freshly cooked eggs and toast filling the air.

“Breakfast is ready,” he said without turning around. “Eat up before you head out.”

I eyed the black suitcase by the door.

“Are you traveling?” I asked, taking a seat at the table.

Leo glanced at the suitcase and nodded.

“Singapore. I’m attending an economic exposition. It was a last–minute decision, so I didn’t get a chance to tell you.”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Singapore, huh?” I mumbled, slicing into my eggs.

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