Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 13

**TITLE: Unwritten Feelings Drift by Austen**
**Chapter 13: Bria’s Idol**

Troy was in attendance, and as if drawn by an invisible thread, Bria trailed behind him. It was a well-known fact that wherever he ventured, she would be there, a constant companion, like a shadow that refused to fade into the background.

Bria was a far cry from the demure, sheltered heiress her family envisioned. Adventure beckoned to her like a siren, and she thrived on the exhilarating rush that danger offered. Years ago, racing had ignited a fire within her, a passion her family quickly tried to extinguish, deeming it far too risky for their precious daughter. Undeterred, Bria channeled her fervor into amassing a collection of high-end sports cars, each one a symbol of her defiance and spirit.

In fact, she had once orchestrated a private car show, a grand spectacle that drew the affluent youth of Trensea to witness her prized collection. The event was nothing short of dazzling, a celebration of her rebellious nature that had everyone buzzing with excitement.

Yet, none of that glitz and glamour had anything to do with Ayla.

As Bria approached the sink, she caught sight of Ayla, who was engrossed in washing her hands, seemingly oblivious to her presence.

The unexpected encounter with Ayla caught Bria off guard; she hadn’t anticipated being dismissed so easily.

A flicker of surprise crossed Bria’s features, but anger was not what she felt. Instead, she stepped up to the sink beside Ayla, deliberately twisting the tap to let the water cascade forth as she began to wash her own hands. With an air of casual confidence, she posed a question, “Skyla’s racing competition is just around the corner. What are your thoughts on that?”

Her tone was deceptively light, yet beneath the surface, she relished the discomfort she was attempting to sow in Ayla.

Bria found a twisted pleasure in provoking others, particularly Ayla.

To her dismay, Ayla didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, she shot back with a pointed question, “You really admire Skyla, don’t you?”

Bria regarded her with a look of sheer disbelief, as if Ayla had just uttered the most absurd question imaginable. “Of course I admire her. Do you honestly think I’d ever have any affection for you?”

Ayla fell silent, retreating into her own thoughts, her expression unreadable.

Undeterred, Bria pressed on, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Come on, Ayla—what is there about you that could possibly be worth liking? If you can name just one thing, I might reconsider and say something nice about you.”

Her words were like daggers, sharp and piercing, yet her tone maintained a veneer of lightheartedness, almost playful.

Bria wasn’t as cruel as Troy, but every word she uttered carried a distinct sting that was uniquely her own.

It was no wonder they shared the same bloodline.

Ayla remained mute, struggling to find the words to respond.

Bria’s frown deepened. Ayla’s lack of reaction was not what she had anticipated. There was no drama, no thrill to be found. But curiosity gnawed at her. “You must be curious about why Skyla got into racing, right?”

Ayla nearly retorted that she didn’t care, but Bria had already anticipated her response.

“Skyla witnessed Sol race once, and that was it—she was hooked. Now she’s practically a pro, though she’ll never reach Sol’s level. No one in this world could ever eclipse my idol.”

Ayla froze for a moment, her eyes betraying an unexpected flicker of interest.

“Because of Sol?”

Bria didn’t notice the shift in Ayla’s demeanor. Instead, she drifted into her own memories, her eyes sparkling with a mix of obsession and longing. “It feels like ages since I last saw Sol. I’m her biggest fan, you know. I almost had the chance to meet her once, and I was so close to getting her autograph. But you wouldn’t understand that kind of passion, would you?”

She shot a disdainful glance at Ayla, her expression twisted in contempt. “And that’s exactly why I can’t stand you. Discussing my passions with you is utterly pointless. You wouldn’t grasp a single thing.”

Ayla remained silent once more, her lips pressed tightly together, a fortress of unspoken words.

So instead, she smiled and replied with playful defiance, “Because I’m a coward.”

“A coward?” Halle echoed, clicking her tongue in mock disapproval. “I get it, though. I wouldn’t want to cross her family either.”

The Winstons were among the most powerful families in Trensea. Crossing them was a risk no one could afford to take.

Yet, Halle’s dark humor cut through the tension. “Slapping Bria wouldn’t even scratch the surface. If she ever finds out you’re Sol—that would be the real knockout punch.”

Halle was right. Ayla was Sol—the underground racer who had vanished years ago, leaving behind a trail of mystery and intrigue.

After her mother’s tragic accident, Ayla had been engulfed by grief. She sought solace in extreme sports, where the adrenaline rush was the only thing that could quiet her tumultuous thoughts. The moment she surrendered her body to the intoxicating speed, her mind became blissfully still. For a fleeting moment, she could escape the pain and loss, living purely in the exhilarating rhythm of her heartbeat, fueled by adrenaline.

Racing was merely one of the many sports she had dabbled in.

For Ayla, it had never been about seeking fame or recognition. It was simply an outlet, a way to cope with her inner turmoil. That was why she had never participated in official competitions—she had no desire to step into the limelight. Instead, she chose to remain within the underground scene, where her identity could remain a closely guarded secret.

In the aftermath of her encounter with Bria, Ayla found herself wrestling with a whirlwind of emotions. The barbs that Bria had flung her way, though laced with cruelty, stirred something deep within her—a sense of identity that had long been buried beneath layers of grief and self-doubt. As she stood there, the weight of her secret as Sol pressing heavily on her shoulders, she realized that the thrill of racing was not merely an escape; it was an integral part of who she was. The adrenaline coursing through her veins was a reminder of her passion, a stark contrast to the stifling expectations that surrounded her. In that moment, Ayla understood that she could no longer remain hidden in the shadows, not when the very thing that defined her was waiting to be embraced.

With Halle’s light-hearted banter echoing in her ears, Ayla felt a flicker of determination ignite within her. The fear of being discovered as Sol, the underground racer, had kept her tethered to the sidelines for far too long. But as she reflected on Bria’s disdainful comparisons, a newfound resolve began to take shape. The world of racing was not just a refuge; it was a testament to her strength, her resilience, and her refusal to be merely a spectator in her own life. As the memories of her lost dreams intertwined with the present, Ayla recognized that it was time to reclaim her narrative, to step into the light and embrace the unwritten feelings that had drifted alongside her for far too long.

**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
As the tension between Bria and Ayla simmers, readers can anticipate a deeper exploration of their complex relationship in the forthcoming chapter. Bria’s obsession with Skyla and her disdain for Ayla will continue to clash, revealing more about the motivations behind their rivalry. The stakes are raised as Ayla grapples with her secret identity as Sol, the underground racer, and the implications it holds for her interactions with Bria and the rest of Trensea’s elite. Will Ayla find the courage to embrace her true self, or will she continue to hide in the shadows, fearing the repercussions of her past?

Moreover, the chapter promises to delve into the exhilarating world of racing, where Ayla’s hidden talents may finally come to light. With Skyla’s upcoming competition looming, the excitement will build as Ayla faces a critical choice: will she remain a mere spectator, or will she finally step out of the shadows to reclaim her passion for racing? Readers can expect unexpected encounters, heart-pounding moments, and a potential turning point for Ayla as she confronts not just Bria, but also her own fears and aspirations. The stage is set for an exhilarating clash of personalities, secrets, and the undeniable pull of adrenaline that drives them both.