THE BILLIONAIRE RACING QUEEN IS REBORN

Vivian's POV

The world came apart at 180 miles per hour.

I felt the rear tyre explode before I heard it. A violent vibration that sent my car into a whirlwind spin.

The metal barrier rushed at me like a wall. Everything shattered. My life flashed before my eyes.

My body flew around inside as the car flipped over and over until it crashed to the ground.

The only thing that had saved me from flying out of the car, preventing me from hitting the bare floor with my body was the seat belt.

I was lucky to had noticed that my seat belt were not so tight just when I heard the sound of tyre explode.

Blood filled my mouth, something sharp pierced to my side and I couldn't feel my legs.

I found a way to release my hands, placed them on my stomach.

I heaved a deep sigh of relief. There was no piercing to my stomach. And I could still feel the baby in my stomach. Still alive.

"Help!" I managed to say. "Someone help me!"

Through the broken window I saw a boot running towards me, i felt hopeful. Only one person had this designer golden boots. I had bought it for him last Christmas.

"John" I gasped "John, the baby."

He ran past me like I was a ghost. Like I wasn't there.

I managed to turn my head to the direction where had run to and to my greatest surprise he ran into the arms of Sharon White my teammate. Or should I say my Rival.

She stood by the pit wall, helmet under her arm, looking worried. John grabbed her face and kissed her. Deep. Long.

My eyeballs almost popped out of their socket at the sight of it.

They both ignored me like I wasn't bleeding to death like I wasn't going to die if I wasn't attended to.

The pain I felt in my heart was worse than the pain I felt at my side the place were a sharp metal had pierced me.

"John!" I screamed again. It came out as a bloody cough.

Finally they were done sucking each other's tongues. He turned around and our eyes met. That's when I saw it. Cold eyes. Mean eyes.

Seeing him look at me that way made me realise that for the past three years he had never actually looked at me in any other way apart from the way he looked right now.

He'd never loved me. Not once in three years.

"She's fine," John told the crowd. Signaling to them that they could continue the race. "She's being dramatic. Probably faking because she didn't win."

"But sir, She's badly hurt" A medic said.

"I know my driver better than you do Ciara." John snapped. "She does this all the time for attention. Let her lie there. She cost me the championship."

I watched them all walk away.

My team.

My friends.

Everyone.

They all left Mr me trapped