Chapter 4My Billionaire Fiancé's Dark Obsession

Ten minutes later, I opened my eyes.

I looked at the motorcycle beside me and sighed.

Then, I got up effortlessly, uprighted the bike, and fired the ignition. There was no hesitation, no wasted motion.

A short while later, a high-performance BMW S1000RR tore through the street, carving corners with knee-dragging precision that was astonishingly skillful.

I rode home and immediately dialed a number in the States.

After hanging up, I lay in the bathtub until the water covered my mouth and nose.

It was then I truly realized the other me was back.

The alternate self, having lost all will to live, chose to fuse.

She didn’t disappear; she became a part of my soul.

But from now on, I was in control.

Three days later, for the championship final, a new name appeared on the roster: Sloan Caldwell.

On the track, Jax was exchanging smiles with Willow in the stands.

When the announcer called my name, he nearly stalled his bike.

Through my reflective visor, I saw his expression—a mixture of confusion and shock—and a flicker of disdain crossed my eyes.

Jax scanned the line of racers, his eyes lingering on me for a moment.

He finally left, looking disappointed.

I was fully encased in my race suit, with chest and back protectors, and thick padding on my knees.

My signature long hair was tucked under my helmet, making me look indistinguishable from any of the male racers.

It would be impossible for him to recognize me as Sloan Caldwell.

With half an hour left before the race, Willow walked onto the track to bring Jax a water bottle.

Jax took off his cheap, forty-dollar helmet.

Willow looked concerned.

“Jax, I heard Sister’s name on the broadcast. Do you think she actually…”

Jax tilted his head back, taking a long drink of water, his eyes full of scoffing disbelief.

“You saw her ride. Sloan nearly killed herself the other day trying to ride that thing!”

“There’s no way she’d race!”

“Besides, I scanned the track, there are no women out here. It has to be someone with the same name.”

Willow breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she gave him a coy, hopeful look.

“You have to do great, Jax. My friends are huge fans, and they all bought tickets just to watch you!”

“Don’t forget… what you promised me.”

Jax’s eyes darted away.

He muttered a deep, “I know.”

Willow had been pressuring him to make their relationship public for a long time.

He’d always held off because of me. But after that night, he’d finally agreed to her request.

Still, why was he so desperately hoping I would show up?

If I had just come back to him, just tried to hold onto him, maybe he would have tried to be with me.

Jax’s eyes involuntarily drifted toward the spectator stands.

But he never saw the familiar figure.

He lowered his gaze, his hand instinctively going to his heart.

It felt like a piece was missing, an empty void…

The race officially began. At the referee’s signal, dozens of bikes took off, moving too fast to be anything but streaks of color.

I twisted the throttle and rode with reckless abandon and sublime control, instantly breaking away from the pack.

Jax tried to catch up, but through turn after turn, I pulled farther and farther away.

My knee was grazing the tarmac on every corner.

I could feel a single, anxious gaze fixed on me from the stands.

I won first place with a time of 1 minute 25 seconds.

Three minutes and three seconds faster than the second-place finisher, Jax Donovan.

On the winners’ platform, I removed my helmet.

A reporter gasped into his microphone.

“It’s her! It really is her!”

“The legend of Coastal Bay, the racer Sloan Caldwell, who disappeared for two years! She’s finally returned!!!”