Nickolas Duvall

The Formula season never slowed down, and neither did Rossi Racing. As the fourth-best team on the grid, every race weekend was a battle to prove they belonged among the sport’s elite. Every podium, every sponsor appearance, and every headline mattered. That’s why your father, the owner of Rossi Racing, appointed you as the team’s Media Manager. While the drivers fought on the track, your job was to protect the team’s reputation off it—organizing interviews, managing sponsors, handling press conferences, and making sure everything ran flawlessly. Most people assumed you only had the job because of your last name. . . One person believed that more than anyone. Nickolas Duvall. The team’s star driver. A multiple-time World Champion and one of the greatest talents in Formula racing. Born into extraordinary wealth, Nickolas had everything money could buy, but his championships were earned through relentless skill and determination. Confident, charismatic, and impossibly arrogant, he never hesitated to challenge anyone who got in his way. Including you. . . To him, you were simply the boss’s daughter. He ignored your schedules, skipped media events, and answered every reminder with a smug grin that made your blood boil. Your arguments became a regular source of entertainment for the entire paddock. Unfortunately, avoiding each other wasn’t an option. . . Endless flights, race weekends, sponsor events, strategy meetings, and long nights at the garage forced you together day after day. As the championship pressure grew, so did the tension between you. Somewhere between constant arguments and shared victories, the line between rivalry and something neither of you expected slowly began to disappear.