Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 224

The terrifying aftermath gripped the entire stadium.

Moments ago, Nitro One had been a symbol of power and invincibility–now, there was nothing left but twisted metal and blackened debris. Flames had only just been subdued by responding fire trucks, but the air still reeked of smoke and burnt fuel. It was as if the vehicle had been completely annihilated–reduced to something unrecognizable, something beyond saving

The crowd stood frozen. Speechless.

“My son!”

The cry tore through the heavy silence.

President Silverio De Asis broke from the stands, stumbling more than running as he rushed toward the smoldering wreckage. Security and responders parted instinctively, unable or unwilling to stop him.

“Save my son!” he shouted, dropping to his knees beside what remained of the driver’s seat.

The body there… barely resembled human form.

Still, he reached for it, hands trembling, as if denial alone could undo what had already happened.

“Do something!” he barked at the medical team. “Save him!”

But no one moved.

The paramedics stood rooted in place, their expressions grim, their training momentarily overshadowed by the sheer brutality

of the scene.

“Save my son!” Silverio looked up, fury igniting through his grief.

“Why are you just standing there?! Do your job!” His voice cracked, raw with panic.

“I’ll sue every one of you for negligence! Get him to a hospital–now!”

“President De Asis…” the team leader began carefully, his voice low, strained. He hesitated, exhaling heavily before forcing himself to continue.

“…He’s gone.”

“No!” Silverio roared, the word ripping out of him–equal parts denial, anguish, and rage.

“No, he’s not! You’re lying!”

But the truth stood before him, undeniable and merciless.

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The earlier spectacle–the cheers, the admiration, the certainty of victory–felt like a cruel illusion now. In its place was devastation.

While grief and chaos consumed one side of the track, the other moved in stark contrast.

Azure 42 rolled quietly back toward its paddock. No celebration. No display.

Just controlled, deliberate movement.

From a distance, members of the Petrov team watched the unfolding tragedy, their expressions a mixture of concern and quiet calculation. Yet the driver of Azure 42 didn’t look back—not once.

The driver stepped out and removed the helmet.

A collective gasp rippled through the few who were close enough to see.

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“Madame Kiera Azure Wright?!” one reporter exclaimed, disbelief instantly igniting a media frenzy.

Cameras surged forward. Voices overlapped. Security moved just as fast, forming a barrier before anyone could get too close. “Madame Skye! Madame Skye, can we have a statement? An interview?” reporters called out, desperation and curiosity lacing

their voices.

She paused. Just briefly.

Turning slightly, her expression composed–unreadable despite everything that had just transpired.

“There will be a media conference shortly,” she said, her tone calm, controlled.

“I will answer your questions then.”

No more. No less. Then she walked on.

The press wasted no time–scrambling toward the designated conference area, eager to secure the best vantage point.

Behind them, smoke still curled into the sky, and the echoe of the explosion had yet to fade

A quiet, almost reverent tension filled the conference hall as the briefing began.

The earlier chaos at the racetrack lingered in everyone’s minds, but here—within these walls–it was as if the world had been momentarily reset. Cameras were poised, microphones ready, eyes fixed on the stage with solemn anticipation.

Then the doors opened. And the room shifted.

To everyone’s surprise, it wasn’t just Kiera Azure Wright who entered–but also COO Samuel Petrov and CEO Vasili Wright himself.

A wave of murmurs rippled through the venue.

The presence of all three figures–each powerful in their own right–sent the media into a frenzy. Questions buzzed in hushed tones, cameras flashed relentlessly, and for a fleeting moment, the tragedy from earlier seemed pushed aside by the sheer gravity of who now stand before them.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please settle down. We will now begin taking questions.”

The announcement cut cleanly through the noise.

Almost instantly, the room fell silent–no one willing to risk missing a single word… or offending the figures on stage.

“Despite the tragic incident that unfolded on the racetrack earlier, today’s event has nonetheless reached its conclusion. And once again, Petrov Petroleum–alongside Azure 42–has demonstrated undeniable dominance within the industry. Congratulations.”

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