My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 222

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 222**
**CONTENT: Chapter 222 A Storm at the Racetrack**

A wave of fury washed over her, nearly causing Oriana to collapse right then and there.

As she returned to the paddock, Oriana elegantly swung her leg over and dismounted with the poise of a seasoned rider.

She felt a subtle shift beneath her, as Stormwind, her noble steed, bent its knees ever so slightly, as if to assist her descent.

Oriana turned, catching Stormwind’s eye for a fleeting moment; it snorted with pride before dismissively turning its head away, embodying that familiar air of arrogance.

A smile crept onto Oriana’s face, a reflection of her affection for the horse. It reminded her so much of Pebble—so similar in spirit, so alike in attitude.

“Oriana!”

The sound of Zara’s voice broke through the moment, laced with distress. Oriana turned to see her friend rushing towards her, tears streaming down her cheeks, her breath hitching in sobs. But before Zara could reach her, two imposing figures intervened, blocking her path and forcing her to stumble back a few steps.

Grant grasped Oriana’s arms, his brow knitted in deep concern. “Are you hurt? Please tell me you’re okay!”

Owen, with a sense of urgency, shoved Grant aside. His eyes scanned Oriana from head to toe, a frown etched into his features. “Are you completely out of your mind? There were professionals here, and you felt the need to jump in?!”

The professionals, who had returned late to the scene, stood frozen, their mouths agape, unable to articulate their thoughts. They couldn’t deny it; Oriana’s bravery had indeed saved the day.

Oriana’s expression turned to one of confusion, her frown deepening as she struggled to comprehend their extreme reactions.

With a chill in her voice, she pushed both men away and took a step back, her resolve hardening. “This has nothing to do with either of you.”

“You—”

“Exactly!” Zara interjected fiercely, her voice rising. “Why are you acting like this is your concern? The one you should really be worried about is over there! Now, give me back my Oriana!”

In a swift motion, she seized one man by each arm, shoving them aside with surprising strength before finally enveloping Oriana in a tight embrace.

“Oriana, you nearly scared me to death!”

Oriana’s voice softened as she spoke to her friend, the warmth of their bond evident. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t intend to worry you.”

“Worry? My heart nearly stopped! Why would you risk yourself to save Luna? She can handle her own mess!”

Oriana’s gaze shifted slightly, her expression turning reflective as she explained, “I wasn’t saving Luna. I was saving Stormwind.”

She glanced at the tall horse beside her, her heart swelling with nostalgia. “She’s Pebble’s foal—perhaps even her youngest. I couldn’t just stand by and watch them break her legs, watch them ruin her future.”

Zara opened her mouth, but words eluded her, leaving her speechless.

After a long moment, she hugged Oriana tightly again, her voice trembling with emotion. “You’re so… stupidly brave.”

“You really think you can protect that beast?”

Oriana shot back, her voice cold and unwavering. “You don’t understand horses at all. You ignored the trainer’s warnings and insisted on riding. You’re unfit to own Stormwind.”

Luna suddenly erupted in wild, defiant laughter. “You think you get to decide that? This horse was a gift from my parents! I’ll do whatever I want with it. You’re just an outsider—stay out of it.”

“Who said she isn’t qualified?”

As Luna’s frantic voice echoed through the air, a lazy, cocky male voice cut in, capturing everyone’s attention.

They turned to see a man with vibrant, multicolored hair sauntering over in a relaxed outfit. His handsome features remained striking, even with his casual, almost disheveled appearance.

Oriana’s eyes widened in surprise as Kenny approached her.

She opened her mouth to greet him, but he shot her a sharp glare, muttering under his breath so only she could hear, “Don’t call out to me. I don’t want anyone knowing we’re related.”

Oriana raised an eyebrow, her expression communicating her disbelief. “You’re overthinking this.”

Yet, despite her thoughts, she instinctively glanced down at his legs.

Kenny sported loose, wide-leg jeans, giving him an air of casualness, but to Oriana, who had spent time assisting Grant with rehabilitation and studying walking postures, something felt off.

She noticed a subtle limp, an unusual weakness in his stride.

Kenny caught her staring and instantly scowled, snapping defensively, “What the hell are you looking at?!”