Chapter 28 - Aurelie
I was pretty sure my blood turned Ferrari-scarlet the second I stepped onto the track in Monza. The tifosi—known for not accepting new drivers until they’d proven themselves—had already decided I belonged to them. Ferrari’s future princess, they called me. Red banners, red smoke, red everywhere.
I found him the second we climbed out of the cars. My husband. My rival. My safest place.
Callum watched the crowd chanting my name, watched me soak it all in, pride bright and unapologetic on his face—like my win mattered just as much as his.
When his anthem finished, he pulled me onto the top step of the podium with him, ignoring protocol like it had never stood a chance.
We held our trophies in the air together, grinning ear to ear, red smoke curling around us like a coronation.
Later, tucked into a quiet corner of the paddock, our race suits stripped down and knotted at our waists, his forehead pressed to mine, he murmured low enough that only I could hear it.
“You’re going to fucking own this place next year, Mrs. Fraser.”