The Year She Stopped Being Crazy for Him novel Chapter 144

One section of the Goldport Circuit featured a mountain course—a treacherous, adrenaline-pumping track that coiled around the peaks.

Only those with a death wish dared to race it.

By the time Natalie arrived, Nancy and Jacob had just agreed to a high-stakes race.

Jacob sneered. "Fine. What are we betting?"

"Let's go big," Nancy challenged. "If you lose, you transfer ownership of all your luxury cars to Natalie. Plus, you record a video of yourself yelling, 'Natalie is the boss, and I'm her loyal dog,' three times, and post it publicly on your social media."

The first condition alone made Jacob sick to his stomach. But the second condition infuriated him; it was a humiliation worse than death.

"Deal! You want to play rough?" Jacob smirked. "If you lose, Natalie quits her dance troupe, divorces Hassan, and makes a public post confessing she's been a pathetic stalker clinging to him all these years."

Before Nancy could respond, Natalie stepped forward. "You're on."

Without missing a beat, she added, "I only have one condition. I ride shotgun with Nancy."

Nancy panicked. "No way."

Natalie met her gaze. "You've got the guts to make the bet, but you won't let me in the car?"

"This is between me and Jacob," Nancy argued, frowning.

Jacob stood off to the side, his tone mocking. "Whatever. Don't think just because you beat me once, I'm scared of you now."

Half an hour later, the most humiliating social media post of Jacob's entire life went live.

In the video, his face was beet red, his dark hair whipped into a frenzy by the mountain wind. Standing beside a red sports car were Natalie and Nancy, arms crossed, watching the show. Through gritted teeth and a murderous glare, he yelled, "Natalie is the boss, I'm her loyal dog. Natalie..."

Jacob's friends didn't even have the courage to finish the short clip.

Those who watched it vanished without a trace—not a single person dared to click the like button.

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