The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 42

Chapter 42 Isabella Being Humiliated

Isabella's ears rang with mocking laughter as anxiety gripped her. No matter how much she tugged at the reins, the horse refused to move Panic crept in had someone tampered with the horse? Otherwise, why wouldn't it

move?

From the stands, Alex erupted into laughter, his arrogance on full display. He whistled and shouted, "What a joke! Is this really the best Belden has to offer? How did they let someone so stupid join the competition?"

His voice echoed loudly across the arena through the megaphone.

Shame burned through Isabella The more flustered she became, the more stubborn the horse was, refusing to

move forward

Alex continued his taunts, riling up the spectators. Their frustration boiled over, and soon, a chant erupted, asking Isabella to get off the horse. "Get off! Get off! Get off...

Isabella longed to exit the arena, but fear kept her frozen. Stuck in the middle of the field, she had no idea how

to dismount.

The shouting escalated, and Alex, emboldened, took his insults further, jeering at both Isabella and the crowd, "You people from Belden are all idiots!"

A bottle soared through the air, crashing near Isabella. Then another. And another. The sudden barrage startled Isabella's horse, which reared up, kicking its front legs wildly. With a sharp cry, Isabella lost her grip and fell hard onto the ground.

bolted down the track, leaving Isabella sprawled on the ground,

face

had narrowly avoided being

struggling to her feet, she staggered toward the sidelines-only to find herself directly in the path of two galloping horses. Brenna and Rosie thundered past her on their horses, completing their

through the air, nearly hitting Isabella. Isabella gasped,

laughter. They believed Isabella had deeply embarrassed

attempted to move again, another wave of seven horses thundered past, forcing

fear

humiliation. He felt as

for Isabella at the starting line. If

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the disgrace, tarnishing

her. Seeing no more oncoming

even when she reached the stands, the humiliation didn't end. People pointed at her, their gazes filled with

her she had never wanted to race in the first place. Brenna

was leading the competition, resentment burning in her

horse so fast? Why hadn't it stumbled? Why

who was just behind Brenna would catch up, overtake Brenna, and lash her with the whip until she could no

and bets on her soared. She

locking onto Brenna as she raced A