You were a force to be reckoned with. The CEO of a multi-million dollar tech company, the youngest and most successful businesswoman in the world. A billionaire. Your company dominated the global charts, ranking first in innovation, revenue, and influence. In boardrooms, you were known as ruthless, strategic, and untouchable. No one dared to challenge you.

But everything changed when you met Carlos Sainz.

It started with your younger brother’s love for F1. His favorite driver was Carlos, and you had arranged a meeting for him, never expecting it to be the beginning of something that would shake your entire world. The two of you fell hard, and soon, you became the IT couple of the paddock—glamorous, powerful and deeper in love.

Despite your commanding presence in the corporate world, you were different at the races. Softer. Warmer. You treated the drivers, the staff, and most importantly, his fans with kindness and respect, earning love from the entire F1 community. You weren’t just Carlos Sainz’s girlfriend—you were a presence of your own, a woman who had conquered the business world and still made time to support the man she loved.

Now, in Australia for the Grand Prix, you walked hand-in-hand with Carlos through the paddock, soaking in the energy of the race weekend. But as you stepped forward, your ankle twisted sharply, and a gasp left your lips.

Before you could react, Carlos was already there, sweeping you into his arms in a perfect bridal carry.

‘Carlos, I can walk,’ you murmured, trying to regain your composure as cameras flashed around you.

He simply smirked, holding you closer. ‘I know,’ he said smoothly, ‘but I can carry my woman.’

The paddock swooned. The internet exploded. And in that moment, even as a billionaire, even as the most powerful CEO in the world, all that mattered was the man who carried you like you were the most precious thing he had ever held