LOGINWhen the world knows your name, sometimes the only way to find yourself is to become someone else. Dalon Sorrin is a world-famous Formula 1 driver, a master at navigating high speeds and higher stakes. But when the weight of fame becomes too much, he escapes to a quiet town in Italy, desperate to disappear from the spotlight and reclaim a sense of normalcy. When he meets a fellow traveler, he introduces himself as Jack Dawson, hoping to enjoy a connection untouched by celebrity. Rejena Brink is no stranger to pressure herself. Between a demanding job, relentless coursework, and her passion for writing, life has left her burned out. A spontaneous trip to Italy is her way of pressing pause—a chance to rediscover the freedom and creativity of her younger self. On her first day, she crosses paths with a charming stranger who calls himself Jack. Playing along, she offers her pen name: Jane Carter. Neither is being honest. And neither expects their connection to deepen. What Dalon doesn’t know is that Rejena is a devoted Formula 1 fan. And what Rejena doesn’t see coming is the emotional cost of falling for someone who isn’t who he claims to be. As their secrets edge closer to the surface, both must ask: Can love survive the truth? And can they become the people they were always meant to be?
View MoreRejenaIt is hard to imagine that this man had felt the same about me as I had felt about him from the start. I had though that I was just another girl in the beginning, that he would forget about me and move on. I didn’t want to be just another girl, that is why I gave him the book, but I didn’t know that he wanted me, even if there was no book. We both fell hard and fast, without meaning to. Neither of us had expected love to find us in the most unexpected ways.“You really told Caleb and Cayden that I am the future Mrs. Sorrin?” I ask Dalon as he comes out of the bathroom from his shower. He only has a towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping from his toned, tanned abs. His hair is wet, making the curls slightly flat but still very much curled. He pushes a hand through his hair to get the curls out of his face, his arm flexing. It has been a very long time since I have been this attracted to a man and it has been nearly two years that I have slept with a man, seeing as C
DalonThe media has gone crazy with comments and videos about my relationship with Jena. A lot of it has been negative, but so much more has been supportive. People are going crazy about the fact that I am dating someone they consider a normal girl and that I seem to be completely in love with a woman no one thought I would ever been caught dead with. Honestly, if you had asked me three months ago if I would ever date a normal girl, I would’ve said no without even thinking twice, but meeting Rejena has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. She is not only making me happy, but she is making me better. My mental state has been off the charts, because she keeps reminding me that I am in control of how I let the world affect me. She reminds me that there can be strength found in the most unexpected of places.My mother might think that I need more time to think about our relationship, that I might still back out of it, but she couldn’t be more wrong. IN time, she will realize
RejenaToday is media day, and I am nervous as hell because Dalon has requested that we walk in together, hand in hand as an official couple. Today, we are going public with our relationship, no longer just two friends, but a couple that is making a statement. After the dinner with his parents last night, you would think this would be a breeze, but I am more nervous about facing the public than I would like to admit. It is not that I am afraid of what they will say about me, but more afraid that this might affect Dalon’s race than my mental health.“How comfortable were our dogs with flying?” Dalon asks as we walk through security, probably trying to distract me. I loosen my death grip on his hand and focus on his face. His smile is radiant, his eyes practically lighting up with happiness. I make him happy by simply being here and the fact that he has his eyes only on me even as the crowd around us calls his name, makes me breathe easier.“They did all right on the trip to Italy. I am
DalonRejena and I have spent the past two days practically locked up in the room, watching movies, eating snacks that I shouldn’t eat, but I have comforted myself by exercising while she was sleeping in and then again when she went to bed. With her cramps, she wasn’t in the mood to go hiking and I completely understood her need to stay in bed. That did mean however what I went on our trail alone, reliving the memories we made that day and wishing I had just been honest with her that day. Now that I know exactly what she had been thinking and feeling that day, how she had waited for me to just open up and be honest with her while I was worried that she might change towards me if she found out who I truly was, I wish I had just ignored my insecurities.Now, time alone is up and soon, we will have to face my parents. I have been dreading the dinner tonight, wondering what my parents’ will say when they come face to face with the woman I have fallen completely and utterly in love with. W
RejenaI sit at the river, my feet in the water as I watch my dogs run through the water, chasing each other. I have been coming here every morning for the last four days, taking the same route that leads to the same place. The girls left two days ago, wanting to support their men. Tiane was willin
DalonCameras flash, people scream my name, asking me to look to the left, then the right, straight ahead. I smile, force myself to pretend that I am not slightly hallow inside. They want to see the leader of the championship, not the man underneath. Then again, whether I smile or don’t smile, win
RejenaThe moment I had seen Mila again, it felt like this strong girl act that I had been trying to hold onto, crumbled. She had seen me at my worst only a few months ago. She had seen me break the day Dalon had left and she had dried my tears. What had been a holiday to find myself had turned int
Dalon“How is she doing?” I ask Tiane, remembering how much weight Jena had lost the last time I had been stupid and walked away from her, leaving her in tears at that airport in Italy. She had looked hollow back then and that was when she had barely known me, had barely had time to fall for me. No












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