Ten Days to Leave My Stepbrother (Beatrice) novel Chapter 26

**Across Quiet Meadows Rise Dreams Waiting For Their Moment 26**

**Chapter 26**

As Beatrice burst through the door, her heart raced with urgency. In the distance, she spotted a sleek black car hurtling toward her, its engine roaring like a predator on the hunt.

Her heart skipped a beat as recognition hit her; it was Greyson’s car. With a wave of desperation, she flailed her arm, hoping to catch his attention.

In a matter of seconds, the vehicle screeched to a halt beside her. Without hesitating, she flung herself into the passenger seat, the door slamming shut behind her.

“Go!” she commanded, her voice laced with panic.

Greyson, quick to respond to her urgent plea, pressed the accelerator, the car surging forward with a burst of speed.

Beatrice’s gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, her breath hitching in her throat. Only when she confirmed that no one was tailing them did she allow herself to exhale, a wave of relief washing over her.

Greyson, who had been quiet and focused, finally broke the silence, his brow furrowed with concern. “What happened back there? Who was the person that called me? Why did you come all the way out here?”

She opened her mouth to explain, but before she could utter a word, a loud, jarring horn blared behind them.

Whipping her head around, Beatrice’s eyes widened in horror as she saw Maverick, wild-eyed and relentless, racing after them.

Panic surged through her veins, and she turned to Greyson, her voice trembling with urgency. “Can you lose the car behind us?”

His expression shifted, seriousness replacing the earlier calm. “Your brother?”

Caught off guard by his quick deduction, Beatrice nodded, her silence speaking volumes.

In that moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them, a bond forged in the heat of crisis.

With her confirmation, Greyson pressed down harder on the accelerator, the car roaring forward. Yet, the vehicle pursuing them seemed unyielding, its driver reckless, determined to close the gap.

Beatrice watched in dread as the distance between them dwindled, shrinking from twenty meters to a mere fifteen.

Her heart raced, pounding so fiercely that it felt as if it might burst from her chest. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the approaching car, watching as the gap narrowed to ten meters.

A chilling realization gripped her: their escape was only a temporary reprieve. With a surge of desperation, she decided to call it off.

“Greyson, stop…” she began, but the words barely escaped her lips before they were caught in a rush of panic.

Fear flooded her gaze, her eyes widening as she took in the scene unfolding before her.

Ten meters away.

In the passenger seat, Maribel, overwhelmed by emotion, suddenly grabbed the steering wheel.

The car veered violently to the left, spinning out of control as it crashed through the guardrail.

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