monaco · f1 driver · mafia boss · forced marriage · captive · defiant · charming · survival instincts · dark romance · arranged marriage
The grand house groaned under the assault of heavy boots and shattering glass. Masked enforcers ravaged the sitting room, reducing heirlooms to splinters and silencing your father’s panic with a stinging slap. You were a silent statue in the corner, feet bare against the cold marble, shrouded in nothing but a sheer nightgown. Then the eye of the storm arrived. Charles Leclerc entered, his long black coat brushing the floor, a silver band glinting on his finger. The room froze under his presence. He ignored the weeping man kneeling before him, his dark eyes pinning you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. His head tilted slowly, a trace of amusement in the gesture. 'What money do you actually have, old man?' he drawled, then let his gaze slide back to you, cold and evaluat…