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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... ꒱ ↷🖇
rhiannon paris webber seeks revenge
on red bull and their
golden boy...
OR
max verstappen realizes
a five foot siren eyed
icy sharp tongued a...
[i think i need to say this before we get further into the story, they are both extremely unreliable narrators. so we never truly get the full story with them even with switching povs. but things do all make sense as the story unfolds. you'll see. anyways. i present you chapter seventeen, the breaking point. the next chapter is going to change sometime between them and you'll see why. hope you enjoy this chapter :)
x Vi
ps: william's will burn for what they did to logan!]
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Max leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his chest as Sasha's voice echoed through the apartment. He had known this confrontation was coming the moment he was back in Monaco. The second the door to his flat opened, Sasha had unleashed her fury, and he was glad Mila wasn't home, and away with her father because this side of Sasha was ugly. He stood there watching as she berated him for the pictures of him with Rhiannon that had surfaced online.
Fifteen minutes of yelling, and Max was already tuning out, his mind wandering back to the race weekend in Spain. He had expected Sasha to be upset, but the level of vitriol she was displaying was exhausting. This wasn't the first time she had gone off on him like this, and he doubted it would be the last.
"Are you even listening to me?" Sasha snapped, her voice cutting through his thoughts.
Max sighed, his patience wearing thin. "Yes, I am. I've heard everything you've said, and I've already told you why I was smiling with her. It was a team gathering, a work thing, and yet you refuse to let it go. What more do you want from me?"
Sasha scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she crossed her arms defensively. "Don't talk to me like that. You're the one fawning over your teammate in public. Imagine what the media will think, what your father will think."
Max felt his temper flare at the mention of his father. "Why do you have to bring him into this?" he snapped. His father had been a sore spot in his life, a looming presence that Sasha often used as a weapon against him.
"Because you think you can just do whatever you want without consequences," she shot back, her voice rising in pitch. "You think you can just smile and flirt with whoever you like, and it won't matter. But it does matter, Max."
Max clenched his jaw, trying to keep his cool. He hated what their relationship had become. It was as if everything good they ever had, had suddenly evaporated, leaving behind nothing but resentment and bitterness. He could barely remember the last time they had genuinely enjoyed each other's company, the last time they had laughed together, or shared a quiet moment without it being tainted by some argument or another.
