Blurb：
On her 18th birthday, Shirley Lawrence's life shatters when her father betrays her as collateral for his debts. Dragged into a dangerous underground racing world, she becomes the prize in a high-stakes bet. The mysterious masked racer Calvin Deer enters the competition, determined to win her freedom. Amid roaring engines and desperate struggles, an unexpected bond forms between the captive heiress and her brooding savior. This intense romance novel explores themes of betrayal, survival, and redemption as Shirley discovers true strength in Calvin's protective embrace. Will his promise of freedom lead to love or deeper danger?Content：
My name is Shirley Lawrence. On my eighteenth birthday, the sky was gloomy and gray.I wore the white dress my mother had sewn for me before she passed away, standing in front of the old wooden house, waiting for my father to come home.
Dad said he had a surprise for me to celebrate my coming of age.
I waited from morning until noon, then from noon until evening, and finally saw Dad stumble and rush back, followed by several fierce-looking men.
Dad's face was full of panic. He grabbed my hand, his voice trembling, "Shirley, I am sorry. You just... just go with them."
I was stunned, not understanding what Dad meant.
The leader of those men had sideburns and eyes as sharp as a hawk's.
He scanned me up and down, a cold smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth: "So this is the collateral you mentioned? Not bad looking — should fetch some money."
Collateral?
My heart jolted as I snapped a glance at my father.
Father couldn't meet my eyes, keeping his head bowed, his voice growing softer: "Shirley, I owe them a lot of money. I really have no other choice..."
I felt as though all the blood in my body had frozen, a deafening buzz ringing in my ears.
I gripped my father's arm tightly, shaking him hard: "Dad, you can't do this to me! I'm your daughter!"
Dad shook my hand off, stepped back, avoiding my gaze.
The man with sideburns stepped forward and grabbed my wrist; his grip was so tight it hurt.
"Don't waste your strength. Come with us—you might suffer less."
I struggled desperately, crying out my father's name, but he just stood with his back to me, his shoulders trembling slightly, never turning around.
They shoved me into a black van, the door slammed shut with a bang, cutting me off from the home I had known for eighteen years.
The car had been driving for a long time before finally stopping in front of a remote, abandoned factory.
The place was brightly illuminated, filled with the harsh roar of engines, men's shouts, and whistles all around.
They led me up to a high platform. Below, a dense crowd gathered around a race track ringed with tires.
A man with sideburns grabbed a microphone and shouted down to the crowd:
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we bring you a special 'bet.' This young lady—whoever wins the race tonight takes her!"
The audience instantly erupted; the men's eyes locked onto me like wolves, making my skin crawl.
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