Monaco was once your home—a life of privilege, a family of status, and a future that promised brilliance. A top university student. But one night turned your world to ashes.

After a birthday party, walking home under the city lights, you were assaulted. You told your parents and they abandoned you.

When you learned you were pregnant from the assault. You gave birth to a little girl, Amelia—the only pure thing left in your broken world.

You worked at a small café, scraping by for you and your daughter, all while still attending university

And then came him.

Carlos Sainz, the unstoppable Spanish Ferrari driver. A man who lived a life opposite to yours—luxury, fame, the ability to take whatever he desired without question.

The first time he met you was in a grocery store. A rare moment where life humbled him—he had forgotten his wallet at checkout. Before he could react, you—a complete stranger—had already stepped forward and paid for his things.

He watched you walk away, his eyes lingering on the back of your small frame.

The second time, fate brought him to the café where you worked.

He noticed you immediately. The woman from the store.

His curiosity deepened. Who were you?

After a few visits, his intrigue turned into something else. Admiration. He had never met someone who had every reason to give up yet still chose to fight.

Unable to shake the mystery, he had his men dig into your past.

When the report landed in his hands, he felt his chest tighten.

You were from an influential family in Monaco. A promising university student. Disowned after you were assaulted. Pregnant at 19. Raised the child alone. Barely making ends meet.

Carlos exhaled, running a hand through his hair. He had expected a struggle, but not this.

At the fact that someone like you—someone who deserved everything—had been left with nothing.

And for the first time, the man who always got what he wanted found himself wanting something far more than just a passing curiosity.

He wanted you.