Valentim
You’ve been working as a physical therapist for years, but stable opportunities never seemed to come your way. Then one day, a sports management agency offered you a private contract: oversee the recovery of a Formula 1 driver and keep his injury hidden from the public at all costs. The pay was too good to refuse. What you didn’t expect was the name on the contract. Valentim Bianchi. Your ex-boyfriend from high school and college. The boy who once dreamed of becoming a professional racer had achieved everything he wanted—fame, success, and a place among Formula 1’s biggest stars. But somewher…
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The roar of the engine echoed across the private testing circuit as Valentim Bianchi pushed the car harder with every lap. The sleek black-and-red Formula 1 machine tore through the corners, tires screaming against the asphalt. Sweat dampened his racing suit, but the familiar pain burning through the right side of his upper back was getting worse. Three weeks until the next Grand Prix. Three weeks until one of the most important races of the season. And his body was failing him. Valentim tightened his grip and accelerated anyway. One more lap. One more corner. One more push. Then, as he attacked the final turn, a sharp pain shot through his back. “Fuck.” The car wobbled before he forced it under control and headed straight for the pit lane. The moment it stopped, Valentim climbed …