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THE BILLIONAIRE RACING QUEEN IS REBORN

BLURB Vivian spent half of her life trusting John, her sponsor as well as crush. She thought she meant something to him, she thought he was her whole world not until she got pregnant for him. But he showed her true colors, by leaving her to die mercilessly. But as fate would have it, she was given a second chance. And this time.... Fate gave her the real "world"
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Chapter 3

Chapter 3: NEW Vivian's POV

Just before it could hit his face I tilted my hands a little and flung it over to another car racer who needed the tool.

John didn't flinch.

Didn't even bat an eyelid.

I had just made a risky gamble. I remembered that in my past life, the racer who stood next to me requested that particular tool. But then I had not given it to him.

I had calculated the timing, hoping and praying that it would go according to plan.

Luckily for me it did.

I didn't want to hurt John. No. At least not in that way. I just wanted to scare him or something. But obviously he wasn't.

"For a second I thought you were gonna hit me with that tool."

"And what if I did?"

"Well, you didn't." He said folding his arms and moving closer. "So about my offer?"

"I'm not interested in being anyone's narrative" I said.

John laughed. "Come on beautiful? Okay, tell me the reason why you race?"

The question caught me off guard. In my past life, the reason why I raced was that that was the only way I felt like I could conquer the world.

"Uhm... come on don't tell me you were thinking about that." He said smiling "Okay let me help you, you're racing because you want something. Recognition. Money. A way out." He stepped closer "I can give you all of that Vivian Chen."

"No."

The word hung in the air.

"No?"

"I don't want your help, I don't want your money, I don't want anything from you."

John's smile disappeared. "You don't even know what I'm offering-"

"I know enough John. You are looking for someone desperate someone you can control. That's not me"

His face hardened and for a moment I saw the real him the man who would leave me to die.

Then almost immediately the mask returned.

"Come on, you are misunderstanding this, I am only trying to help."

"I don't need your help"

"You are making a huge mistake Ms Chen. I don't offer sponsorships twice."

"Good. We both know where we stand on this matter."

John stared at me. Then smiled again but this time his smile was cold.

"We'll see how you feel after you crash in turn seven." He walked away.

My heart pounded. I'd done it. Rejected John before he could trap me

But his last words sent shivers down my spine.

I took in a deep breath.

John had known that my car would fail.

I looked at my car once more.

I had fixed it.

Maybe he hadn't taken note or probably I had not fixed it well.

This only meant that he had known I would crash in the past but chose not to say anything.

I looked across the pit. Marcus stood by the fence. Watching me.

Our eyes met and then he nodded once.

I walked towards him.

"Can you work with me?" I asked.

He looked up at me, confusion in his eyes.

"Obviously you are good with cars, you know how to fix them and how they should be." I paused waiting for him to say something but he didn't. I continued. "I know a bit about how to fix cars, but clearly I don't have enough knowledge as you do. So what I am saying his-"

"You want us to work together?" He interrupted.

"Yeah, I race, you innovate. "

"You don't even know me."

"I know you are a genius who loves cars, besides you just saved my life by spotting the issue in my car and telling me how to fix it."

His eyes went straight to where my Honda Civic stood. "Uhm... I don't think that's properly fixed yet." He said. Standing up. "You're still going to crash in turn seven."

He stood up and went straight to the car. Picked up my tools and began to fix my car.

In less than twenty minutes he was done.

"You are good now."

"Does this mean you accept my partnership?"

"Maybe." He said with a smile then walked away.

Playing hard to get I guess. Well, I wouldn't blame him. I practically didn't recognise his existence in my past life. Maybe this was my KARMA.

On his seat, he whispered. Goodluck.

The race started at exactly 2:30PM Sharp.

I sat in my Civic at the starting line. Heart pounding. Hands steady on the wheel. Around me, five other cars revved their engines. Student drivers looking for glory just like me.

Well, my past life was looking for glory. This reborn me was looking for something more than a race glory.

In my past life, I had crashed in turn seven, but in this life, Marcus had helped me fix my suspension. And I had three years of memories that no one else had.

I knew every mistake I would make for the next three years. Every risk I shouldn't have taken and the ones I should have taken.

This time would be different.

The flag dropped.

I hit the gas and shot forward. My car wasn't the fastest but it was nimble. Took the inside line on turn one slipping past two other drivers.

Turn three. Turn four. I pushed harder, feeling the suspension hold.

Marcus had been right. The car worked better. More responsive.

I stared at turn seven ahead of me.

This was it. The turn that had nearly killed me.

I didn't hesitate. I went straight in. Hit the apex perfectly, felt the tyres grip, and accelerated out cleanly.

There was no spin. No crash. No drama.

Just clean, precise driving.

I crossed the finish line in second place.

In my past life, I managed to escape death and came out in fourth place.

Things were definitely changing.

I drove to the pit and killed the engine.

I came out. Marcus stood by the fence, notebook clutched to his chest. Smiling.

I started working towards him, but before I could reach him someone grabbed my arm from behind.

I turned.

John stood there. His perfect smile was back in place. But his grip on my arm was too tight.

"Impressive" he said softly. "You took my advice and fixed the suspension. Smart girl."

"I didn't take your advice. I took his." I said pointing to Marcus. "He helped me fix it."

"Oh, I see..." His eyes drifted to Marcus briefly and then back at me "Well that was a mistake." He said smiling. "Don't worry, you'll learn" He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper only I could hear. "I always get what I want. Vivian. Always. And I don't forget those who humiliated me."

My chest tightened.

He sounded very dangerous. More dangerous than I can remember.

He released my arm and then walked away.

In my past life, I couldn't see this evil side of John because I had said yes when he approached me. But saying no to him brought out his true character.

"Hey, are you okay?" Marcus said waving at me.

I was lost in thought I didn't know when he got to my side.

"I am sorry.... what?"

"I said are you okay? I saw him grab you." He pointed in John's direction.

John was already with Sharon, his arms around her waist and they were both smiling.

I felt sick at the sight of both of them.

"Yeah I am fine, I don't even know him, I am just meeting him for the first time."

"It didn't look like he was just meeting you for the first time."

"What do you mean?"

"The way he looked at you?"

"And what about that?"

"It doesn't look like he's just meeting you."

My blood went cold.

Thinking back at what happened earlier, how he had approached me before the race. In my past life, he approached me after the race. The way I survived the crash was what drew his attention.

Then he had also mentioned my crash in turn seven too.

How did he know about that?

Just then our eyes met and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

My chest tightened.

My body froze.

My heart pounded to fast.

My hands shook.

Could he have also been given a second chance like me? Gone back in time?

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