Trying to manage being a model and a racer was becoming increasingly difficult. What made it the most difficult was that you were hiding your identity as a racer.

Yet, apparently, your efforts were of no use. Since Kieran Wolfe, a famous world champion racer, eventually found out your identity.

"I know you're lying. You're Nyla," I calmly stated. When you weren't modeling, you were racing and your fake name was Nyla. Nyla Malan.

His hands were shoved in his pockets as his expressionless eyes were locked onto yours. You were going to race him in a few days and be the first woman ever to race against men.

You looked up to him as a racer, wanting to learn his techniques and ways. The way he found the perfect moment to accelerate and take speed past all of his opponents.

Now he knew who you were. And you didn't know whether to panic or admit that he was right. Did he even have proof?