Chapter 3
I found Adrian Chase half–dead in a ditch off Alpine Road, his designer racing suit torn and bloody.
The wreckage of his custom Ferrari was scattered across the mountainside – a deliberate hit, I’d later learn.
When he finally opened his eyes three days later, they held no recognition, just raw fear and confusion.
But he latched onto me like I was his only anchor in a storm.
My mother’s death and father’s remarriage had left me exiled to our old family cottage.
Loneliness had been my only companion until Rain – the name I gave him – came into my life.
He was endearingly helpless with everyday tasks, burning toast and shrinking sweaters.
But something changed whenever he was near cars. His hands would instinctively caress their curves, his eyes lighting up at the sound of engines. I thought nothing of it – most guys knew their way around cars, right?
Rain was gentle in a way that made my heart ache. He’d spend hours teaching me constellations, making up storie about each star.
When he tattooed my name across his collarbone – “Riley” in elegant script – I gave him everything.
That night, tangled in sheets and whispered promises, I finally understood what it meant to belong somewhere.
For six perfect months, we lived in our bubble of morning kisses and lazy Sunday drives.
He’d leave wildflowers on my pillow and dance with me in summer rain.
Then came the day he remembered he was Adrian Chase – F1 champion and heir to a racing empire.
The change was instant and absolute.
The soft smiles vanished, replaced by cold efficiency.
His gentle touches became possessive grabs. Our cozy dinners turned into missed calls and empty apologies.
While I heated up lonely microwave meals, gossip sites flooded with photos of him and Sophia Blake at exclusive
restaurants.
The racing world’s new power couple, they called them. She wore designer dresses and perfect makeup, everything
I wasn’t.
I clung to the hope that his tattoo meant something – that somewhere under Adrian Chase’s polished exterior, my Rain still existed. Until the day I noticed fresh bandages on his collarbone. The laser removal hadn’t even healed when he was already posing shirtless with Sophia for Sports Illustrated.
When I confronted him, Adrian didn’t even look un from hi—
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“Riley, I’m not your precious Rain anymore. You don’t get to question anything I do. If you want to keep your position, learn your place.”
Watching him walk away, reality finally hit me.
The man I loved had died in that mountain crash.
Adrian Chase was just wearing his face, racing through life in the fast lane while I stood frozen in the pit stop of our memories.
I believe his love was real once, but I forgot that hearts change lanes as fast as racing cars.
Chapter 4
