Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88

On the opposite platform, a tall woman stood out among the crowd.

She wore a black T-shirt and cargo pants, her hands resting lazily on the railing, showing off a strip of skin at her waist that was so fair it seemed to glow.

Her impossibly long, slender legs drew every eye, making her the centerpiece of the scene.

Her jet-black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, proudly framing a face that was gorgeously sharp and cool.

When she tilted her head to chat with the twin-tailed girl beside her, a subtle smile curled her lips and her eyes brimmed with an irresistible, captivating charm.

She was so gorgeous that it was impossible to look away.

Ernest’s eyes widened in shock, then narrowed sharply.

‘Sienna… he thought, his heart skipping a beat.

‘Is that really her?’ he wondered, disbelief flooding his mind. ‘What is she doing here at Phantom Bay?’

“Ernest!” Jessica called out, her face twisted with frustration as she rushed over and grabbed his arm.

“How could Mr. Fuller act like that? He picked a fight for no good reason. Doesn’t he know how to act like a gentleman at all?” she complained, indignation clear in her voice.

She was absolutely furious.

This was supposed to be her big moment, standing in the spotlight, watching Ernest win the race for her, then personally handing her the 1.5-million-dollar sports car.

She would have been the woman every single person in the club dreamed of becoming.

But of course, Alvin just had to wreck everything when things were finally going her way.

‘Why is Alvin such a pain in the neck?’ Jessica grumbled to herself, unable to hide her annoyance.

In her fury, Jessica clenched Ernest’s arm way too hard, not realizing she was almost hurting him.

When she dashed over, the impact jolted Ernest’s hand-already dislocated from that last wild turn-sending sharp, icy pain shooting through him.

Now, with Jessica squeezing his arm, the pain was nearly unbearable.

His face went pale from the pain, and he couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan.

But Jessica didn’t notice a thing. She was practically pouting in frustration as she complained, “Isn’t Mr. Fuller the young master of the Fuller family? Is that 1.5-million-dollar prize really worth him competing with you

for it?”

That was a 1.5-million-dollar luxury car.

She was just one step away from claiming that car as her own.

Now, it was all gone.

Jessica felt like she’d just thrown away 1.5 million dollars.

After all, since she’d returned to the Fairbank family, she’d been putting on a whole “I only care about family -money means nothing to me” persona.

She’d never even spent 1.5 million dollars in her entire life.

These days, the Fairbank family couldn’t even come up with 200 thousand dollars.

The more Jessica thought about it, the more upset she got, and she couldn’t help but grumble about Ernest to herself.

‘It’s all because he’s useless!’ she fumed inwardly.

‘He brags about being a professional racer, but he can’t even win a simple street race!’ she thought, her frustration boiling over.

“Jessica,” Ernest said, his voice low and icy.

He stared at her, his face dark and stormy, every inch of him radiating cold fury.

His eyes were like ice as he looked at her.

He lifted his other hand and gripped Jessica’s shoulder, not gently. “Did you not notice that my arm’s completely messed up? It’s out of socket.”

Jessica stumbled back a few steps, the space between them widening.

Only then did she catch on that Ernest’s right hand was just hanging there at his side, looking painfully limp.

Her face fell, panic flickering in her eyes. She hurried to explain, “I… I’m sorry! I just got way too worked up…”

Ernest interrupted with a cold, sarcastic laugh. “So what is it? Are you mad I didn’t win the championship and handed you that 1.5-million-dollar car, or are you upset I made you look bad in front of everyone?”

Jessica’s eyes widened, and her face stiffened awkwardly for a moment.

She hadn’t expected Ernest to put all her secret motives right on blast like that.

Her face instantly went pale.

“Ernest, how could you even think that?” Jessica stammered, her eyes growing red as tears welled up. “Of course I’m mad… Mr. Fuller was way out of line!”

Maybe it was just how much his arm hurt, but normally Jessica’s tears would’ve softened him up; tonight, though, all they did was grate on his nerves.

“If it were Sienna, she would’ve noticed my hand right away.” Ernest bit out, his voice twisted with frustration.

He looked down at his useless arm, hanging weirdly at his side. “Sienna would never let anything about me slip her attention. Her eyes were always on me. She always made me feel like I was the only one that

mattered.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, Ernest froze, stunned.

‘Did I just say Sienna’s name out loud?’ he thought in shock, unable to believe he’d brought her up himself.

‘Why am I even thinking about Sienna right now?’ Ernest thought, stunned by himself.

Was it really just that one electrifying glance-the way she stood out so dazzlingly-that has her stuck in my mind?’ The idea left him rattled.

“How is it that I can’t get her out of my head, and I’m actually measuring Jessica up against her?’ he wondered.

Almost unconsciously, Ernest glanced back toward the opposite platform once more.

‘That’s it… he realized, everything suddenly making crystal-clear sense.

Sienna had always had eyes only for him; in her world, nobody but Ernest ever truly mattered.

She would’ve noticed his dislocated hand instantly. She’d never missed a single detail about him.

Just like she always did, she’d have charged over in a heartbeat to set his bone and take care of him.

After all, Sienna hadn’t come to Phantom Bay for fun. She’d tracked him down specifically because she heard he was racing tonight; she was here for him, nothing else.

Ernest couldn’t help but stare at Sienna, a storm of emotions surging in his eyes. His chiseled face was so tense, his jaw looked even sharper than usual.

And just then, as if fate had orchestrated it, Sienna happened to glance over.

Her eyes, cold and luminous, lifted with a subtle teasing arch. She shot him a lazy side glance, almost playfully indifferent.

The moment their eyes met, it was like a spark ignited between them.

Ernest felt a rush of sheer elation smash through his chest.

‘She really came here for me!’ he thought, heart pounding with excitement.

Ernest fought to keep the grin off his lips, his jaw sharp and proud as he waited for Sienna to rusḥ over—just like always-hovering over him, demanding to know if he was hurt, fussing the way only she could.

Sienna could never bear to see him in pain.

But Alvin’s got the same credentials.

Racing was literally how Alvin and Sienna first met.

While Ernest could only study old Skye race footage, left to figure things out by himself.

But Alvin had Skye personally training him, giving him one-on-one lessons.

That was not even in the same league.

Alvin lifted his neon green helmet, throwing a taunting grin at Ernest, whose face was looking furious. “You seriously think you can just pick up Skye’s skills for fun from a few video clips?”

“You think you’re on Skye’s level just from picking up a couple of basics? Do you really think you’re worthy?” Alvin sneered.

He looked Ernest up and down, his eyes full of scorn.

Then he raised his hand and gave a blatant thumbs-down.

The sneering gesture made Ernest’s jaw tighten, his teeth bared in anger.

Alvin just turned away, not giving him another glance.

Alvin hopped on his motorcycle and rode off without a backward glance, not even bothering to look at Ernest.

Alvin shouted, his voice brimming with excitement and a playful edge, “Sienna! I won!”

Amid all the noise, Ernest suddenly picked up Alvin’s excited shout echoing through the crowd.

Ernest’s eyes went wide in shock.

‘Sienna? Wait… Sienna Cooper?!’ Ernest’s mind spun, disbelief and realization hitting all at once.

He jerked his head up, searching in the direction Alvin had just taken off.

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Chapter 88

On the opposite platform, a tall woman stood out among the crowd.

She wore a black T-shirt and cargo pants, her hands resting lazily on the railing, showing off a strip of skin at her waist that was so fair it seemed to glow.

Her impossibly long, slender legs drew every eye, making her the centerpiece of the scene.

Her jet-black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, proudly framing a face that was gorgeously sharp and cool.

When she tilted her head to chat with the twin-tailed girl beside her, a subtle smile curled her lips and her eyes brimmed with an irresistible, captivating charm.

She was so gorgeous that it was impossible to look away.

Ernest’s eyes widened in shock, then narrowed sharply.

‘Sienna… he thought, his heart skipping a beat.

‘Is that really her?’ he wondered, disbelief flooding his mind. ‘What is she doing here at Phantom Bay?’

“Ernest!” Jessica called out, her face twisted with frustration as she rushed over and grabbed his arm.

“How could Mr. Fuller act like that? He picked a fight for no good reason. Doesn’t he know how to act like a gentleman at all?” she complained, indignation clear in her voice.

She was absolutely furious.

This was supposed to be her big moment, standing in the spotlight, watching Ernest win the race for her, then personally handing her the 1.5-million-dollar sports car.

She would have been the woman every single person in the club dreamed of becoming.

But of course, Alvin just had to wreck everything when things were finally going her way.

‘Why is Alvin such a pain in the neck?’ Jessica grumbled to herself, unable to hide her annoyance.

In her fury, Jessica clenched Ernest’s arm way too hard, not realizing she was almost hurting him.

When she dashed over, the impact jolted Ernest’s hand-already dislocated from that last wild turn-sending sharp, icy pain shooting through him.

Now, with Jessica squeezing his arm, the pain was nearly unbearable.

His face went pale from the pain, and he couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan.

But Jessica didn’t notice a thing. She was practically pouting in frustration as she complained, “Isn’t Mr. Fuller the young master of the Fuller family? Is that 1.5-million-dollar prize really worth him competing with you

for it?”

That was a 1.5-million-dollar luxury car.

She was just one step away from claiming that car as her own.

Now, it was all gone.

Jessica felt like she’d just thrown away 1.5 million dollars.

After all, since she’d returned to the Fairbank family, she’d been putting on a whole “I only care about family -money means nothing to me” persona.

She’d never even spent 1.5 million dollars in her entire life.

These days, the Fairbank family couldn’t even come up with 200 thousand dollars.

The more Jessica thought about it, the more upset she got, and she couldn’t help but grumble about Ernest to herself.

‘It’s all because he’s useless!’ she fumed inwardly.

‘He brags about being a professional racer, but he can’t even win a simple street race!’ she thought, her frustration boiling over.

“Jessica,” Ernest said, his voice low and icy.

He stared at her, his face dark and stormy, every inch of him radiating cold fury.

His eyes were like ice as he looked at her.

He lifted his other hand and gripped Jessica’s shoulder, not gently. “Did you not notice that my completely messed up? It’s out of socket.”

arm’s

Jessica stumbled back a few steps, the space between them widening.

Only then did she catch on that Ernest’s right hand was just hanging there at his side, looking painfully limp.

Her face fell, panic flickering in her eyes. She hurried to explain, “I… I’m sorry! I just got way too worked up…”

Ernest interrupted with a cold, sarcastic laugh. “So what is it? Are you mad I didn’t win the championship and handed you that 1.5-million-dollar car, or are you upset I made you look bad in front of everyone?”

Jessica’s eyes widened, and her face stiffened awkwardly for a moment.

She hadn’t expected Ernest to put all her secret motives right on blast like that.

Her face instantly went pale.

“Ernest, how could you even think that?” Jessica stammered, her eyes growing red as tears welled up. “Of course I’m mad… Mr. Fuller was way out of line!”

Maybe it was just how much his arm hurt, but normally Jessica’s tears would’ve softened him up; tonight, though, all they did was grate on his nerves.

“If it were Sienna, she would’ve noticed my hand right away.” Ernest bit out, his voice twisted with frustration.

He looked down at his useless arm, hanging weirdly at his side. “Sienna would never let anything about me slip her attention. Her eyes were always on me. She always made me feel like I was the only one that

mattered.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, Ernest froze, stunned.

Did I just say Sienna’s name out loud?’ he thought in shock, unable to believe he’d brought her up himself.

Why am I even thinking about Sienna right now?’ Ernest thought, stunned by himself.

Was it really just that one electrifying glance-the way she stood out so dazzlingly-that has her stuck in my mind?’ The idea left him rattled.

How is it that I can’t get her out of my head, and I’m actually measuring Jessica up against her?’ he wondered.

Almost unconsciously, Ernest glanced back toward the opposite platform once more.

‘That’s it… he realized, everything suddenly making crystal-clear sense.

Sienna had always had eyes only for him; in her world, nobody but Ernest ever truly mattered.

She would’ve noticed his dislocated hand instantly. She’d never missed a single detail about him.

Just like she always did, she’d have charged over in a heartbeat to set his bone and take care of him.

After all, Sienna hadn’t come to Phantom Bay for fun. She’d tracked him down specifically because she heard he was racing tonight; she was here for him, nothing else.

Ernest couldn’t help but stare at Sienna, a storm of emotions surging in his eyes. His chiseled face was so tense, his jaw looked even sharper than usual.

And just then, as if fate had orchestrated it, Sienna happened to glance over.

Her eyes, cold and luminous, lifted with a subtle teasing arch. She shot him a lazy side glance, almost playfully indifferent.

The moment their eyes met, it was like a spark ignited between them.

Ernest felt a rush of sheer elation smash through his chest.

‘She really came here for me!’ he thought, heart pounding with excitement.

Ernest fought to keep the grin off his lips, his jaw sharp and proud as he waited for Sienna to rush over—just like always-hovering over him, demanding to know if he was hurt, fussing the way only she could.

Sienna could never bear to see him in pain.

I’ve been giving her the cold shoulder for over a week now. She ought to know how to back down to me by now, he thought, confidence swelling in his chest. ‘Since she came all the way to Phantom Bay just to chase after me, it’s clear she can’t stay away.’

So, if Sienna were to come over and fix his dislocated arm, Ernest would graciously grant her a way back in.

He’d give her another chance to stand at his side, just like before.

He’d even be magnanimous enough to forgive her for making him lose face at the Golden Throne Club that night.

But Sienna merely spared Ernest a fleeting, indifferent look-her gaze chilly as ever.

Actually, it was even worse than that….

Her eyes flashed with a touch of amusement and scorn.

Without hesitation, she turned away, focusing on Alvin, who had rushed up to greet her.

They said something to each other.

Sienna’s eyes sparkled, and the corners of her lips quirked into a smile that shimmered with mischief.

Sienna was right here the whole time. She’d seen every single thing Alvin just pulled on him.

‘And she still has the nerve to smile at Alvin?’ Ernest thought.

Ernest’s face went cold and grim, his expression as dark as a thundercloud.

He’d literally been planning to give Sienna a way back into his life-one more chance to stand by his side.

‘But I never saw this coming…’ Ernest thought, stunned as harsh reality hit him.

‘So Sienna thinks she can get me to pay attention with this kind of petty stunt?’ Ernest scoffed to himself, jaw clenched tight.

‘Does she seriously believe that cozying up to another guy will get a rise out of me?’ he thought bitterly.

‘Yeah, right, Ernest mocked inwardly, his contempt obvious.

Ernest had never liked Sienna. He still didn’t.

‘I never have, and I never will. She seriously thinks she can make me jealous?’ Ernest snorted inwardly, his jaw rigid with disdain.

‘Pathetic.’ he sneered in his mind, the scorn practically dripping off every thought.

Ernest let out a cold, mocking laugh, tore his gaze away, and turned on his heel, striding off the platform without a second glance.

He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, he didn’t even spare Jessica a look-just left her standing there,

more furious and humiliated than ever.

Jessica clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her whole body trembling with rage.

‘Sienna! Jessica screamed inwardly, ready to explode.

Why does it always have to be Sienna showing up?’ she griped, nearly bursting with anger.

Seriously, Ernest? You have to bring up Sienna right now?’ she thought furiously, feeling like she was about to

lose it.

And now he’s actually comparing me to her?’ Jessica seethed, disbelief and resentment swirling inside her.

‘Sienna? That little farm girl from nowhere? Is she even worthy of being compared to me?’ Jessica seethed, jealousy flaring in her chest.

Seriously… Is that tramp Sienna really taking up space in Ernest’s heart?’ Jessica thought, her stomach twisting in disbelief and rage.

“That scheming witch is always throwing herself at Ernest every chance she gets!’ Jessica groused, her resentment boiling over.

‘It’s driving me insane!’ Jessica thought, her anger almost too much to bear.