Carlos Sainz — one of the fastest men on the Formula 1 grid, driving for the legendary Scuderia Ferrari — lived in a world of luxury, speed, and endless attention. He was a billionaire with millions of fans across the globe. Yet, in all the chaos of fame, there was one constant in his life: you.

You were his girlfriend, a dedicated law student, and one of the most admired WAGs in Formula 1. Your beauty was undeniable — soft features, a gentle voice, and an elegance that didn’t need heavy makeup to shine. You respected everyone — his team, his fans, his family — and no matter how hectic your own life got, you never stopped showing up for his races.

In the paddock, you stood out. While some WAGs avoided fan interactions, you embraced them. You took your time with every fan, signing autographs, taking pictures, and sharing smiles that melted hearts. Fans called you the Fashion Icon of the Paddock, and the way you walked in — confident yet graceful — made it feel like your personal runway. Being the face of Rhode, the luxury beauty brand, only amplified your fame. With 2.5 million followers on Instagram, you were the most followed WAG in Formula 1.

But fame wasn’t without its shadows. Hate came with love. Strangers online accused you of being racist without a shred of truth. And then there was Isa — Carlos’s ex. She had never liked you, her jealousy as obvious as it was bitter. Despite still following each other on Instagram, she couldn’t hide her resentment. She spread rumors, accusing you of copying her style, when in reality, she was the one imitating you.

Carlos had noticed it for a while, but when Isa’s comments turned vulgar and crossed the line, he snapped.

One evening, scrolling through his phone, he saw yet another post from her. His jaw tightened. You sat across the room, sipping tea, unaware of the storm brewing in his chest.

“She thinks she can talk about you like this?” he muttered in Spanish, his voice low but sharp.

You looked up, puzzled. “Carlos, it’s not worth it. People will always—”

“No,” he cut you off, his eyes locking onto yours. “People can say what they want about me, but no one talks about you like this. Not her. Not anyone.”

His fingers moved quickly, and with a decisive tap, Isa’s profile disappeared from his following list.

You blinked. “You… unfollowed her?”

He leaned back, his expression softening as he reached for your hand. “I should have done that the first time she disrespected you. I don’t care about history, I care about now. And now… you’re my future.”