The Heiress They Couldn’t Break
Chapter 64 The Final Showdown
Amelia and Gianna were neck and neck.
The two riders matched each other’s pace so closely that the crowd held its breath.
Then, Amelia began to pull ahead.
A sudden gasp swept through the audience.
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Amelia’s horse suddenly let out a loud, sharp neigh and rose on its hind legs, as if startled by something!
The violent jolt threw Amelia sideways, leaving her hanging off the saddle.
Jeremy’s heart nearly stopped. He shot up from his seat, ready to rush onto the field.
What’s going on?
Why did the horse go wild all of a sudden?
Amelia’s body swung dangerously close to the ground, her foot barely hooked in the stirrup.
Anderson was panicking too.
He loved horses, but his riding skills were terrible.
Among all of them, Jeremy was the best rider. He even won an international championship before.
“Jeremy! Do something! She’s going to get hurt!” Anderson shouted anxiously.
Just then, at the very last second, Amelia twisted her waist and made a powerful move. Using the rhythm of Ember’s stride, she spun her body in a graceful arc and landed back in the saddle!
Jeremy was shocked. His eyes flickered.
He had nearly broken out in sweat.
Amelia moved fast–using momentum to steady herself, she wrapped her arms around the horse’s neck.
“It’s okay, easy now,” she whispered softly, stroking behind Ember’s ear. Miraculously, the horse calmed down. But those bloodshot eyes still showed a trace of pain.
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Amelia’s sharp gaze swept over the track. Then she saw it–scattered nails glinting in the sand.
“So that’s it,” she muttered, her face hardening.
She’d seen Gianna throw something earlier. It must’ve been the nails.
There was no way a clean, professional course would have that kind of debris.
That meant Gianna had tossed them herself.
But the race wasn’t over yet. She’d deal with Gianna later.
Amelia bit her pale lip and urged Ember forward. “Go!” she commanded.
Her hair danced fiercely behind her as Ember picked up speed.
The whole field seemed to open up before them. Ember quieted completely and ran harder, faster, and stronger.
Gianna saw Amelia charging ahead and nearly exploded with rage.
Her eyes flashed with something wicked. She cracked her whip hard against Nightshade’s flank. “Catch her!” she yelled.
Nightshade screamed in pain and bolted wildly.
As they reached the final turn, Gianna suddenly pulled the reins tight and bumped right into Amelia!
“Watch out, Amelia!” she shouted, pretending to warn her, but her hands were locked tight, steering Nightshade into a collision.
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Damn it!
I was so close.
Jeremy had already stepped to Amelia’s side. His voice was cold and cutting. “The entire arena is covered with security cameras. We can check the footage anytime.”
Gianna’s face was turning pale. Her lips pressed into a tight line.
Jeremy gave her a sharp, icy look. He turned to the staff and instructed, “Pull the footage from ten minutes ago. This section of the track.”
Gianna flinched. She clutched Vincent’s arm like a drowning woman. “Vincent, I—I’m not feeling well. I want to go home.”
“A bet’s a bet. You lost–don’t you remember our deal?” Amelia’s voice was cold as ice, echoing clearly across the wide–open arena.
Gianna trembled, her ruined makeup streaked across her face, fear replacing her earlier arrogance. “I–I … ”
Vincent’s eyes flickered with conflicted emotion. “Amelia, maybe just let it go. Gianna only does that out of spite-”
Right then, the staff brought a handful of metal nails from the track. Amelia took them and threw them at Gianna’s feet. “She tried to make me fall. And you call that acting out of spite?”
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Gianna stared at the sharp, gleaming nails in front of her, her face turning ghostly pale.
She instinctively tried to hide behind Vincent, but he pushed her away.
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Vincent’s eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at her. “Did you throw those nails on the track?”
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Ruby is a master of holiday romance and slow-burn love stories that warm the heart like a crackling fire. Her novels weave festive magic with lingering glances and tender moments, drawing readers into cozy worlds where love unfolds one snowflake at a time. Off the page, she’s baking cookies and dreaming under twinkling lights.

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