When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330: The Horse Riding Race

Gianna had planned it all along, but poor Miguel was simply caught in the crossfire of her scheme.

Though he always knew Gianna could be a handful, he never once suspected she was acting with such clear intent. The idea that she would use him to rattle Amelia—and then become the subject of online ridicule because of it—was beyond anything he could have imagined.

The group gathered in the wide-open field, the grass stretching out under a pale blue sky. Everyone was warming up, preparing for a friendly horse race. There were no prizes at stake, nothing serious—just a bit of fun, or so it seemed.

Well, “fun” with a live audience watching on the show, which added its own kind of pressure.

When the whistle finally blew, the riders urged their horses forward with a burst of energy.

“Miguel, you’ve got this! I’m cheering for you—go, go!” Gianna called out loudly, her voice carrying across the field. She stayed close to her brother, deliberately showcasing their close sibling bond for the cameras. She even acted as if winning wasn’t her priority, pretending she just wanted to enjoy the race.

But deep down, she longed to cross the finish line first, hoping to erase the embarrassment she had suffered earlier on the show. Little did she realize how badly she was coming across to everyone else. She had stepped into a trap without even knowing it.

At the front of the pack were Amelia, Jeremy, and Sabrina.

Sabrina appeared delicate and gentle off the horse, but once mounted, she transformed into a fierce competitor—fast and relentless, like a seasoned professional. No one had expected her to perform so well, yet she held her own against Amelia and Jeremy, impressing the crowd with her unexpected skill.

“Stop yelling. Just focus and sit still,” Miguel snapped, irritation creeping into his voice.

He had always taken pride in his riding abilities. Losing to his little sister was something he had accepted—Amelia had always been a natural on horseback. They’d grown up riding together, and she had often been the one teaching him new techniques.

But losing to Jeremy and Sabrina too? That stung deeply.

Miguel was pushing himself hard, struggling just to keep up with Vincent. That only made him feel worse. And with Gianna jabbering nonstop from the car, he couldn’t find his rhythm at all.

He blamed her entirely. Bringing along someone extra, especially someone who wouldn’t stop nagging, was the reason he was underperforming.

Gianna hadn’t expected Miguel to talk to her like that. She felt hurt and wronged, but arguing would only make things worse, so she fell silent, awkward and defeated.

She had hoped this race would be her moment to shine, but instead, she had not only failed to impress Miguel—she had become a laughingstock.

The pounding of hooves grew louder as the race reached its most thrilling phase.

Amelia, Jeremy, and Sabrina surged ahead, their horses galloping down the track like arrows slicing through the air.

Watching them, Gianna’s frustration bubbled over. Why could they perform so well while she looked like a complete mess?

Miguel had no time to notice her mood. His gaze was fixed firmly on the path ahead, searching for an opening to overtake Vincent.

Up ahead lay a sharp turn.

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