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.

Isabella sprawled on the ground, tears

face

had narrowly

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

air, nearly hitting Isabella. Isabella gasped,

in mocking laughter. They believed Isabella had deeply

another wave of seven

fear

felt the sting of humiliation. He felt

for Isabella at the starting

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the disgrace, tarnishing his family's

cleated, Isabella anxiously glanced behind her. Seeing no

end. People pointed at her, their gazes filled

she had never wanted to race in the first place.

toward Brenna, who was leading the competition, resentment burning in

so fast? Why hadn't it

Brenna in het mind, silently wishing Rosie who was just behind Brenna would catch

The stands erupted in cheers, and bets on her soared. She was

third-floor window, Ethan's attention drifted from his work, his gaze locking onto Brenna as she raced A faint smile played at his lips. Brenna