Marrying Villain's Father - EP 4 - FILTHY RICH

EP 4 - FILTHY RICH

I had no idea where Mrs. Arson was taking me. She practically shoved me into her car and sped off without a word. We drove for what felt like ages until we finally stopped. When I stepped out, I was greeted by a desolate, empty landscape. As I scanned the area, my eyes landed on a massive stadium in the middle of nowhere. I was stunned—what was a stadium doing out here in such an isolated place?

Carolyn Elixir / Briandon / FL

( What is a stadium...doing here...? )

Mrs.Arson / Manager

*grabs Carolyn wrist* Come on we can't be late it's about to be over anytime

Carolyn Elixir / Briandon / FL

( Over what ? )

Just as we approached the entrance, a group of men blocked our path, clearly guarding the area. But the moment they saw Mrs. Arson, they let us through without a single question. It was strange, but I didn’t think much of it... not until we stepped inside, and my jaw nearly hit the floor.

Carolyn Elixir / Briandon / FL

*jaw drop*

The stadium was enormous—about 288,500 square meters—and completely empty. The vastness of it was overwhelming, and right in the middle, there were racing tracks. I could hardly believe what I was seeing.

Mrs.Arson / Manager

OH THERE THEY ARE !

Soon, my attention was drawn to the unmistakable roar of engines—bikes, revving somewhere in the distance. The sound echoed through the vast, empty stadium, cutting through the silence

Smoke filled the air, thick and swirling, making it hard to see. But then, through the haze, I spotted a figure emerging—a man riding a ridiculously cool bike, cutting through the smoke like a scene out of a movie.

As the smoke began to clear, two more bikers appeared, falling into perfect alignment behind the first man. They moved as one, cutting through the lingering haze, a trio of power and precision that commanded the stadium's empty expanse. But that wasn’t the end of it... Behind them, streaking through the sky, were FUCKING JETS ! The roar of their engines combined with the rumble of the bikes, creating a spectacle so intense and cool that it felt like something out of a high-octane action movie.

Those three bikers started tearing around the stadium, their bikes roaring as they made tight rounds. And above them, those jets followed in perfect sync, their thunderous presence adding an almost unreal intensity to the scene. It was like watching something out of a dream—or a nightmare—where raw power met precision, creating a spectacle that sent chills down my spine.

Carolyn Elixir / Briandon / FL

( They are so freaking cool....but...freaking filthy rich...for sure... ) *amazed*

Soon there bikes stopped

And the man who was at the center tool off his helmet