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 spilling

face

had narrowly avoided being

the path of two galloping horses. Brenna and Rosie

hitting Isabella. Isabella gasped, frozen in fear, before collapsing into

in mocking laughter. They believed Isabella

move again, another wave of seven horses

fear

humiliation. He felt as if the entire

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be dragged into the disgrace, tarnishing

behind her. Seeing no more oncoming horses, she

humiliation didn't end. People pointed at her, their gazes filled

to race in the

turned her glare toward Brenna, who was leading the competition,

Brenna's horse so fast? Why hadn't it stumbled? Why hadn't Brenna fallen

seethed, cursing Brenna in het mind, silently wishing Rosie who was just behind Brenna would catch up, overtake Brenna, and lash her with the whip until she could no longer

in cheers, and bets on her soared. She was now a greater favorite than some of the top competitors,

gaze locking onto Brenna