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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...
so i'm obsessed with writing this book and it shows, i'm also on a role here which i'm enjoying. here is another chapter to spice things up. but also anyone who is reading this book should know this is going to be a book with a lot of smut in it, yes there is plot, and a story but its a rivals with benefits storyline so dont complain in the comment section later. this book is marked 18+ for a reason.
anyways, no warnings for this chapter. just enjoy the vibes.
x Vi
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Max sat on the hospital bed, still in his racing suit, tapping his foot impatiently. The race was over, the scans were pending, and he hadn't been allowed to watch the race live, but he caught the podium celebrations after they finally cleared him to use his phone. She had won. She had taken the lead in the championship. And now, Max wasn't just dealing with the fallout from his crash but also with the fact that his teammate—his rival, his complicated whatever-she-was—was now ahead of him in the title fight again and by a larger margin this time.
His frustration simmered beneath the surface as the replay of the podium celebration played on his phone. She didn't seem to be too worried about him, standing there on the top step, smiling like she had conquered the world.
But when he was scrolling through his messages, that's when he saw it—her message, sent during the red flag.
RHIANNON: You better be okay, Verstappen. Don't make me come in there and kick your ass for scaring everyone.
It was so her—casual, tough, yet underneath it all, genuine concern. His fingers hovered over the screen, considering whether or not to respond. But before he could make a decision, the door opened, and in walked his father, Jos.
"Rhiannon won," Jos announced in Dutch. His tone flat, though the hard set of his jaw betrayed his real feelings. He crossed the room, not bothering to hide his disdain as he sat heavily on the chair by the bed.
Max tensed, bracing himself for whatever was coming.
"So, what now?" Jos began, his voice rising. "You let her get the upper hand. A girl. A bitch. You're losing it, Max. This isn't the champion I raised, this isn't my son."
Max looked away, biting back a retort. He didn't want to deal with this. Not now. His body ached from the crash, and his mind was still trying to process everything.
