The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Victory

Alex, having gained a considerable lead, reveled in his dominance. With a cocky grin, he lifted his right hand

and made an obscene gesture toward his competitors before waving his riding crop at the roaring crowd Ho voice rang out arrogantly. “You are all pathetic! Completely worthless!”

“Someone needs to shut that guy up! Let’s take him down!” One of the male riders, racing alongside Brenna, clenched his jaw in anger. He had endured Alex’s cocky behavior long enough.

Brenna exchanged a look with him. She had no intention of wasting energy in the early laps. Her plan was clear -start steady, gradually increase speed through the second and third laps, then unleash her full power in the

final stretch.

For now, maintaining a ten–meter gap between her and Alex was ideal. It was close enough for her to strike when the moment was right but far enough that he wouldn’t feel threatened.

This distance was perfect.

Brenna gave the competitor beside her a small, knowing smile but made no move to speed up.

However, the man had already taken Alex’s taunts personally. Unable to tolerate the mockery, he cracked his whip, urging his horse to quicken its pace–though not by much–keeping himself still alongside Brenna

Meanwhile, Alex confidently began his second lap.

Convinced that he had left his opponents far behind, he threw a glance over his shoulder–only to find Brenna and a male competitor not far behind him.

That ten–meter gap was dangerous. If they surged forward at the right moment, they could easily close in For the first time, Alex’s cocky façade cracked. His eyes flicked back toward Brenna repeatedly.

Meanwhile, Brenna remained composed, her expression almost indifferent, as if this were just a casual ride rather than a race. The lack of urgency in her gaze was infuriating to Alex–it was as if she didn’t consider him a challenge at all.

Furious, Alex raised his crop and lashed his horse harshly, demanding more speed.

The horse, pained by the blow, galloped forward with renewed energy. But it didn’t last. Barely half a lap later, its pace began to drop.

Certain of his lead, Alex cast a quick glance over his shoulder, convinced that Brenna and that male competitor had lagged at least twenty meters behind. With three laps still to go, he was sure they had no chance of catching up.

Grinning smugly, he lifted his hand once more, flipping Brenna and that man off without even bothering to look. But as he rode a little farther, curiosity got the better of him, and he glanced back again, only for his smirk to vanish instantly. Brenna was closing in.

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Panic jolted through him. He had been watching her closely and hadn’t seen her use her whip once. How was she closing in so fast?

Sensing he was losing his lead, he dropped the theatrics and whipped his horse again, desperate to widen the gap between him and Brenna.

Brenna, meanwhile, had pulled ahead of the male competitor beside her, now only eight meters from Alex. Seeing this, Alex was frustrated.

Damn it!

Why couldn’t he shake her off?

Brenna’s pace remained steady, completely unhurried, as if she had barely begun racing.

By the fourth lap, the field had stretched out, the weaker competitors fading into the background. Alex still held the lead and had even lapped the last rider.

Just then, Brenna’s eyes sharpened with icy resolve. For the first time in the race, she lifted her whip and gave a single, decisive strike. Her horse, responding instantly, surged forward with unrestrained power. Its hooves thundered against the track, kicking up dust, shrinking the distance between her and Alex at an alarming rate.

Brenna leaned into the motion, flattening herself against her horse’s back, synchronizing her rhythm with its strides, moving as one.

The male competitor behind her did the same, whipping his horse and adjusting his posture. Fueled by the pain of the whip, his horse also picked up speed.

The wind roared in Brenna’s ears. Within half a lap, she had reached Alex’s side, matching his pace. Then, as if savoring the moment, she turned her head toward him and smirked, and with one swift motion, she flipped

him off.

With another sharp crack of her whip, Brenna urged her horse forward once more, and within seconds, she surged past Alex, widening the gap by over two meters.

Alex’s face twisted in rage. His grip tightened around the reins. Then, he pressed a hidden button on his ring. A half–inch spike slid out. Then, he stabbed it into his horse’s back.

Blood seeped through the horse’s white coat, a glaring red streak staining its mane.

The agonized horse, startled by the sudden pain, lunged forward toward the finish line.

But Brenna’s horse was no ordinary steed. No matter how much Alex whipped his, it refused to maintain the pace. Instead of accelerating, it started to slow down.

Behind Alex, the male competitor seized his chance and surged forward, overtaking Alex effortlessly.

Without hesitation, he flipped Alex off as he sped ahead.

Alex’s panic skyrocketed. He couldn’t even get second place now. He pounded his fists against his horse’s bac demanding more speed.

More blood spilled down the horse’s flanks, the trails starkly visible.