Chapter 83
Chapter 83:
Her horse galloped at an unforgiving pace, hooves thundering against the track. She couldn’t afford a single mistake—one wrong move, and she’d be thrown off.
Glancing back, she spotted Sylvie and Vivian trailing behind her, with Brenna gaining ground. Narrowing her eyes, she shot Sylvie and Vivian a look, silently relaying her message.
The two caught on instantly.
Sylvie flicked her whip a few times, drawing a smirk from Rosie. Under her breath, Rosie muttered darkly, “Brenna, don’t think you can win easily this time p>
Ahead, Jordy rode in sync with Sylvie and Vivian, the three close. Brenna, however, paid them no mind. She focused solely on the finish line, urging her horse forward as she closed the distance.
Vivian, positioned on the outer edge, felt Brenna’s presence looming behind her. A wicked grin spread across her face. Without hesitation, she swung her whip in a wide arc, aiming it directly at Brenna’s face.
Brenna reacted instantly, leaning sideways and dodging the strike with ease. She shot Vivian a sharp glare. “Vivian, what the hell are you doing? That nearly hit me!” she exclaimed.
Vivian met her gaze, unbothered. Instead of retreating, she angled her horse closer. She had no shot at placing in the top three, but if she couldn’t win, she sure as hell wouldn’t let Brenna take first place. Her horse’s tail swished dangerously close to Brenna’s horse’s face, forcing Brenna to rein in slightly, slowing down.
Up ahead, Sylvie took advantage of the moment, steering her horse directly into Brenna’s path, blocking her.
Jordy watched the scene unfold, his smirk widening. Brenna had humiliated him before the race, making him a laughingstock in front of his peers. Now, he was losing to a group of women. This was all Brenna’s fault.
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He refused to let Brenna win. There was no way in hell he would let a woman he had discarded take the spotlight.
With that resolve, he steered his horse closer to Sylvie’s, closing off Brenna’s escape. The two moved in unison, hemming her in from both sides, trapping her.
Then Jordy struck. His whip lashed through the air, its tip slicing toward Brenna’s horse’s eyes with cruel precision.
Brenna quickly grasped their scheme. They had closed in on all sides, hemming her in like a cage with no way out. Frustration burned inside her, but she kept her composure.
With only half a lap left, she adjusted her strategy, loosening her grip slightly to create an opportunity. If she could slip past Sylvie on the right, she might still salvage her position and even surpass her own record.
But Sylvie was one step ahead. Sensing Brenna’s shift, she adjusted her pace, mirroring every move, ensuring there was no room for escape. Meanwhile, Vivian, lagging just behind, didn’t attempt to overtake them. Instead, she held her position, maintaining the blockade alongside Sylvie and Jordy.