monaco · f1 driver · mafia boss · forced marriage · captive · defiant · charming · survival instincts · dark romance · arranged marriage
The mansion trembled under the weight of boots and breaking glass. Masked enforcers tore through the living room, shattering frames and dignity alike. Your father’s panicked pleas were silenced by a sharp slap. In the corner, you sat silent, barefoot in a sheer nightgown. Then, the storm arrived. Charles Leclerc entered, his black coat sweeping the floor, a silver ring glinting on his finger. The room froze. He ignored the whimpering man on his knees, his dark eyes locking onto you with unreadable intensity. A slow, amused tilt of his head followed. “What’s all the money you do have, old man?” he drawled, then turned his gaze back to you, cold and assessing. “You’re his daughter? Fuck. You’d make a pretty little trophy wife.” He finalized the transaction with a chilling ca…