The Luna Marked with Lies The Queen Crowned novel Chapter 138

He looked puzzled, as if trying to piece together a puzzle that was almost complete but still missing a crucial piece.

I had told him once that Liza was nothing more than an alias for a groupie I admired

But now, standing in front of him. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was starting to suspect the truth.

I turned away quickly, signaling to the spectators that I was ready.

Climbing back into the car, I forced all thoughts of Leo and his piercing gaze out of my mind.

I had a race to win.

The silence before the race was a stark contrast to the chaos in my head.

My fingers hovered over the paddles, my foot lightly pressing the accelerator.

The lights on the track flickered, one by one, signaling the start.

Every driver, every team member, every spectator held their breath in those few moments.

Then, in an instant, the lights went out, and the race began.

The engine roared to life beneath me as I slammed down on the accelerator, shifting into first gear.

My car shot forward, but I could feel it–the start hadn’t been perfect.

I was stuck in the middle of the pack, boxed in by other drivers who were just as hungry for victory.

My eyes narrowed.

This wasn’t over yet.

The first turn was fast approaching and I knew this would be my chance.

Corners are where I excel, my braking ability and acceleration can give me a big advantage going into them.

It was a fight to see if I could overtake.

The air was thick with tension as the engines roared to life, a symphony of power that signaled the start of the race.

The track stretched out ahead like an unforgiving battlefield, with drivers from every team fighting for glory.

I was positioned in the middle of the pack, my heart pounding in sync with the vibrating engine beneath me.

The flag dropped, and we were off, a surge of speed that pushed me back into my seat.

At first, I held my position, carefully navigating the chaos of the opening laps.

The cars around me jostled for position, drivers making risky moves to gain even the slightest advantage.

I stayed focused, waiting for my moment.

I knew that the first few corners would be key to making my move.

As we approached the first sharp turn, I leaned into the wheel, my fingers adjusting the paddles, my foot gently pressing the brake before transitioning into acceleration.

The car responded beautifully, my near–perfect turn–in and turn out allowing me to slingshot past two competitors.

My tires gripped the asphalt as I powered through, the G–forces pressing me into my seat.

One by one, I overtook the other cars, the roar of the crowd growing louder with each pass.

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My mind was sharp, calculating every move, every opportunity.

I was in the zone.

The lap times blurred together as I continued to climb through the pack.

The car was an extension of my body, every movement fluid, every decision instinctive.

By the midpoint of the race, only two cars remained ahead of me, their sleek forms cutting through the air like sharks in water.

But I wasn’t intimidated. I knew I had the skill and the determination to catch them.

As we approached the final few laps, the tension heightened.

The two leaders in front of me were locked in a fierce battle for first place, their cars weaving dangerously close to each other.

My knuckles turned white on the steering wheel as I kept pace,

vain.

g for the right moment to strike.

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