My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 220

**Chapter 220: The Truth Behind the Name Weston**

“Luna looks absolutely stunning! Has Stormwind finally acknowledged her as its rightful rider?”

The excitement in the air was palpable, and the chatter among the onlookers intensified.

“Naturally, it had to be Luna. With that magnificent purebred horse, she transforms into a whole new person!”

Luna beamed with pride, raising her brows in triumph as she caught Oriana’s gaze.

Gripping the reins tightly, she envisioned riding Stormwind over to Oriana for a little celebratory lap, eager to flaunt her newfound prowess.

But as she playfully slapped Stormwind’s hindquarters, the horse erupted into action with a thunderous neigh, rearing up wildly before bolting off as if possessed.

“Ahh!”

Luna’s heart raced as she nearly lost her balance, her fingers desperately gripping the reins just in time.

Yet Stormwind surged forward with alarming speed, and Luna found herself swaying precariously in the saddle, her grip barely holding on as she felt the ground rush beneath her.

Before anyone could formulate a response, Stormwind leapt over the wooden fence, carrying Luna with it, galloping furiously toward the sprawling fields beyond.

The horse trainer’s face drained of color as he leapt onto a nearby steed, shouting, “Goodness! Stormwind’s gone wild!”

Grant and Owen, realizing the gravity of the situation, shouted in unison, “Luna!”

“Luna! Quick! Stop Stormwind!”

Panic surged through Luna as she recognized the complete loss of control over Stormwind. Terror gripped her heart, and she cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks, “Stormwind, stop! Please, stop now!”

“Help! Somebody, please help me!”

“Grant, Owen, I need you! I’m going to fall! I can’t die! I can’t ruin my face!”

At the speed they were going, the thought of falling sent shivers down her spine. She might survive the fall, but the injuries would be severe.

Luna had never anticipated that Stormwind would behave so erratically. Her complexion paled, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the day.

It was a clear illustration of the saying, “You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.”

Seeing that the trainer’s horse couldn’t keep pace with the furious Stormwind, and realizing her grip was slipping, Luna screamed in desperation, “Block its path! Break its legs! Hurry, break its legs!”

Her chilling scream echoed through the stable, freezing everyone in their tracks.

To suggest breaking a racehorse’s legs was akin to signing its death warrant.

Oriana, taken aback by Luna’s ruthless outcry, felt a chill run down her spine. Her expression hardened as she quickly strode toward the nearest black horse. With determination, she seized the saddle, pushed off with her left foot, and in one fluid motion, swung her right leg over and mounted the horse with grace.

“Hyah!”

With a fierce shout, she urged the black horse forward, charging directly toward the runaway Stormwind.

Every rational thought screamed at him to intervene, just as Zara was trying to do.

He was the only one privy to Luna’s deteriorating health, knowing that her time was limited. Sacrificing Oriana’s safety for her truly seemed unjustifiable.

Yet, deep down, Grant couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to Luna—not just yet.

His ventures and plans were still in their infancy, and Luna was the key to resources he had yet to access.

She had promised him that before she departed from this world, she would do everything possible to help him rise to greatness.

In that moment, Grant’s gaze turned vacant and murky. He stood there, a statue caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

He wished for Oriana to save Luna, but the thought of Oriana getting hurt in the process was unbearable…

“Oriana? Oh thank heavens, you came to rescue me, didn’t you? I knew you wouldn’t abandon me… I don’t want to die, I can’t ruin my face!”

Luna turned her head, catching sight of Oriana—the only one close enough to save her—and broke down completely, tears spilling from her eyes.

Her face was as pale as a ghost. She leaned forward, stretching her hand toward Oriana, as if she were her last hope.

Oriana met her gaze with a calm demeanor, her expression betraying little emotion despite the chaos around them.

Stormwind was galloping at an insane pace, and Oriana was already pushing herself to the brink of her limits.