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Chapter 22: A Season of Betrayal

Lando Norris and Max Hendrick had been inseparable since their junior karting days. Max wasn't a driver—he didn't have the talent for it—but he was Lando's confidant, his rock, and the one person who'd always been in his corner. So, when Oscar Piastri joined McLaren and started to bond with Lando, Max wasn't happy.

"I don't get what you see in him," Max said one evening over dinner. "He's arrogant. And let's be honest—he was never that great as a teammate."

Lando rolled his eyes. "He's not that bad, Max. And maybe if you tried talking to him instead of glaring at him across the paddock, you'd see that."

Max snorted. "I don't need to talk to him to know he's not good for you, mate. Just...watch your back."

Lando brushed off Max's comments, but the tension lingered. It didn't help that Oscar was more guarded around Max, clearly picking up on the hostility.

When Oscar left McLaren for Red Bull at the end of the season, things between him and Lando shifted. They'd gone from frosty teammates to something neither of them had expected: lovers. Their romance was passionate, electric, and strictly under wraps.

Max, of course, had no idea. Lando knew he wouldn't approve, so he kept their relationship a secret. But Max was always there, hovering in the background, a constant reminder of how fragile everything was.

"I don't get why you still hang out with him," Oscar said one night as they lay in bed. "He hates me."

"He doesn't hate you," Lando replied, though even he didn't sound convinced. "He's just protective."

Oscar frowned. "Protective or possessive?"

The Accusation

The season was off to a rocky start for Lando. McLaren's strategies were constantly being countered by Red Bull, and the results were disastrous. After another humiliating weekend in Monaco, Zak Brown called Lando in for a meeting.

"Someone's been leaking our strategies," Zak said bluntly. "And it's not coming from inside McLaren."

Lando's heart sank. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying whoever it is has a direct line to Red Bull. And considering your...friendship with Piastri, it's not hard to connect the dots."

Lando left the meeting in a daze. The thought that Oscar could betray him was unthinkable—but who else could it be? Only three people knew about the Monaco strategy: Lando, Zak, and his race engineer.

When Lando confronted Oscar, the conversation exploded.

"You told them, didn't you?" Lando said, his voice shaking with anger.

Oscar looked at him, stunned. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Red Bull knew everything, Oscar. Strategies, setups—all of it! You're the only one I told!"

Oscar's face darkened. "You think I'd sabotage you like that? After everything we've been through?"

"Who else could it be?" Lando shouted.

Oscar's voice rose, his frustration boiling over. "Maybe your precious Max! He's the one who hates me. Or did that never cross your mind?"

"Don't drag Max into this," Lando snapped.

"Why not? He's the one always whispering in your ear, telling you I'm not good enough for you."

The argument spiralled out of control, years of tension between them coming to a head.

"You know what?" Oscar said finally, his voice breaking. "I'm done. If you don't trust me, then there's no point in this."

He left before Lando could reply, slamming the door behind him.

Lando and Oscar's breakup was the talk of the paddock, though no one knew the full story. Lando threw himself into racing, and surprisingly, his results improved. Without Red Bull countering McLaren's every move, he was back on the podium.

Max was thrilled. "See? Told you he wasn't good for you," he said one evening over drinks.

Lando forced a smile, but the ache in his chest refused to fade. He missed Oscar more than he cared to admit, and every race weekend felt emptier without him.

Oscar, meanwhile, was struggling. Red Bull noticed his distracted performances, and the media began speculating about his sudden drop in form.

It was at a McLaren party in Austin that the truth finally surfaced. Max had been drinking, his inhibitions lowered, and as the conversation turned to the team's resurgence, he let something slip.

"I just wanted him to see what Oscar was really like," Max said to a group of engineers.

Lando, overhearing, froze. "What are you talking about, Max?"

Max paled. "Nothing. Forget it."

"Max." Lando's voice was deadly calm. "What did you do?"

Max hesitated, then sighed. "I saw a folder in your motorhome after the Monaco strategy meeting. I thought...I thought if I gave it to someone at Red Bull, it'd show you that Oscar wasn't worth it."

Lando's blood ran cold. "You what?"

"I didn't mean for it to go this far," Max said quickly. "I just wanted to protect you."

Lando's hands curled into fists. "Protect me? You destroyed my relationship, my trust—everything!"

Max tried to explain, but Lando was already walking away, his heart pounding.

Lando called Oscar that night, his voice trembling. "I know you probably hate me, but I need to see you. Please."

Oscar agreed to meet, though his tone was wary.

When they met at a quiet café, Lando wasted no time. "It wasn't you," he said, his voice raw. "It was Max. He found something in my motorhome and gave it to Red Bull. He thought he was helping me."

Oscar's eyes widened, his anger and disbelief clear. "Max? The guy who's been trying to sabotage us from the start?"

Lando nodded, his throat tight. "I was an idiot, Oscar. I should've trusted you. I let my own insecurities and Zak's suspicions ruin everything."

Oscar stared at him for a long moment, then sighed. "You're an idiot, alright."

Lando's heart sank, but then Oscar smiled faintly. "But you're my idiot."

The Grand Finale

Their reconciliation wasn't easy, but they were determined to make it work. By the final race in Abu Dhabi, they were back on solid ground, though the world still believed them to be rivals.

During the race, they found themselves locked in an intense battle for the podium, their skills pushing each other to the limit. When the chequered flag fell, Lando crossed the line in third, Oscar in fourth.

As they climbed out of their cars, the cameras caught a moment that set the internet ablaze: Lando pulling Oscar into a tight hug, whispering something that made Oscar laugh.

Later, in the privacy of their hotel room, Lando grinned at Oscar. "You're stuck with me now, you know."

Oscar smirked. "Lucky me."

And for the first time in months, everything felt right again.