A love worth fighting for
In the high-octane world of Formula 1, Oscar Piastri was a rising star-disciplined, sharp, and composed under pressure. While others cracked under the intense glare of fame and speed, Oscar thrived in it, always with a calm expression behind the visor and a love for racing deeper than any PR slogan could capture. And his heart? It already belonged to Lily, his longtime girlfriend-sweet, grounded, and the only person who truly understood the man beneath the helmet.
Then there was Isabella Quinn-spoiled heiress to the multi-billion-dollar Quinn conglomerate, fashion icon, socialite, and someone who always got what she wanted. Or at least, she used to.
From the moment Isabella saw Oscar on the grid, his talent blazing and his face splashed across F1 media, she was obsessed. It wasn't love-it was possession. A challenge. She pulled every string: front-row paddock passes, exclusive party invites, and even faked philanthropic collaborations just to get close to him. Her methods ranged from charmingly persistent to outright manipulative. But Oscar never budged.
"You're wasting your time," he told her once, his tone cool, his eyes sharp. "I'm not interested, and I never will be."
