The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1085

The finish line loomed just ahead, and both racers had their pedals practically glued to the floor. Even the strategically placed hurdles didn’t make them ease up one bit.

The final moments of any race are always packed with tension and thrills. Both cars were neck and neck, and the slightest dip in speed from either would spell only one outcome: losing.

As they closed in on the finish line, Mirabella's fingers danced lightly on the steering wheel. She suddenly called out, “James.”

Her voice, just a whisper over the headset, caused James to ease off the gas for a split second, long enough to shoot a glance at Mirabella.

Catching his eye, Mirabella flashed a sly smile and started counting down, “I just wanted to say… looks like I’m about to win.”

With that breezy declaration, Mirabella steered around the last obstacle and floored it, her car crossing the finish line first in a burst of speed.

The screech of the brakes announced the end of the race with a cocky flourish.

James’s car rolled to a stop just half a second later. He glanced at the time on the dashboard and chuckled quietly to himself.

Mirabella cut the engine, tossed her helmet onto the passenger seat, and climbed out. Leaning casually against the car door, she shot a look over at James, still in his car, and raised an eyebrow, “I won.”

James took off his helmet and stepped out too.

As he approached Mirabella, his handsome face showed not a hint of disappointment. Instead, with his usual calm and depth in his eyes, he nodded and said in a clear voice, “Congrats on your win.”

Mirabella touched her nose, unable to completely suppress her grin, and murmured, “All's fair in love and war.”

James arched an eyebrow at her, paused, and gently smoothed down her slightly tousled hair before saying, “Well, now you owe me.”

Mirabella paused, then quipped, “…I’m broke.”

James chuckled softly, a classic Mirabella reply.