Chapter 1 

Chapter 1 

Walking out of the Chase manor, I clutched the million–dollar check in my hand. 

The iconic estate, with its private racing track winding through the 300–acre property, had been featured in countless motorsport magazines. Instead of the expected heartache, I felt nothing but relief, like a weight had finally been lifted. 

Even through the grey, snowy day, I could see a glimmer of light ahead. 

Adrian Chase – the racing prodigy who’d claimed his first F1 championship at just twenty–two. The golden boy of American motorsport, heir to the Chase Racing empire. 

Three years ago, his near–fatal crash at Silverstone had shocked the racing world. That’s when I entered his life, when he couldn’t remember his own name, let alone his legacy. 

Mrs. Chase’s final words echoed in my mind: “The Monaco Grand Prix is in seven days. Wait until after the race to leave. Don’t let anything affect his performance. The Chase name can’t afford another scandal.” 

Having taken their money, I owed them this final duty at least. 

I pulled out my phone to text Adrian. 

[Coming home for dinner tonight?] 

Instead of sending, the message bounced back with a red exclamation mark. 

Blocked. Again. 

Adrian always blocked me during his training weeks. It was his ritual now, just like the way he obsessively reviewed race footage or spent hours in the simulator. The same perfectionism that made him unbeatable on the track made him unbearable off it. 

He expected me to beg, to plead until he finally deigned to unblock me. 

Just another power play from a man who’d been born into power, whose family controlled half the racing teams in 

the circuit. 

I used to tell myself it was just his way of staying focused on racing. 

But I’m done lying to myself. Why am I the only one he blocks? Simple – I matter the least. 

After all, I was just the caretaker who’d seen him at his weakest, a reminder of the time when the great Adrian Chase had been nothing but a man who couldn’t remember his own victories. 

Chapter 2