All Chapters of Wheels of Fate (MM): Chapter 91 - Chapter 93

Pakin’s P.O.VThe air in the garage was thick with the scent of high-octane fuel and burnt rubber, a smell that had become synonymous with my new life. We stood beside our machines, the silence of the room punctuated only by the rhythmic clink-clink of tools.My car, the Valkyre, looked like a predator poised to strike, its sleek lines shimmering under the fluorescent lights. Beside it sat Sean’s Porsche GT3, a beast of a machine that mirrored its owner’s aggressive confidence.Matt, our lead mechanic, was hunched over the engine bay of the Porsche, his hands grease-stained as he made the final adjustments. He was a man of few words, but his precision was legendary. He moved with a surgical focus, tightening a bolt here, adjusting a valve there, ensuring that every single component was tuned to perfection.Coal stood between us, his arms crossed, looking more like a general than a strategist. He glanced at the clock and

Pakin’s P.O.VThe Buriram International Circuit was no longer just a racetrack; it had become a coliseum. As we arrived, the sheer scale of the event hit me like a physical blow. Fifty thousand seats, and every single one of them seemed to be occupied. The air was thick with the smell of burnt rubber, high-octane fuel, and the electric hum of anticipation.But this year, the atmosphere was different. The security was suffocatingly tight, with guards stationed every few meters, their eyes scanning the crowds with a level of intensity that usually reserved for visiting heads of state. And then there were the paparazzi.They were swarming the perimeter like vultures, cameras clicking in a rhythmic, aggressive cadence. I didn't need to be told why. I was the catalyst. The "Hidden Prince" was no longer hidden, and the media was desperate to capture every blink, every bead of sweat, and every flicker of hesitation on my face.As I walked