Rose Ferrari's life was simple and great until she met Charles Leclerc. It will not be love at first sight, hate on a higher level.
,,What Charles is doing is a continuation of Jules legacy. Charles has a mission, a mission to do what Jules should h...
Worried, I got up from the table next to Rose, whose hands were convulsing. I fully understood the reason for his anger, as Rose's father kept humiliating me. It was like he hadn't known me for at least 6 years. And neither I nor my own daughter could prefer hia disgusting behavior, so we were forced to leave. However, I was forced to leave this whole thing
-Dad, that's enough. I'm completely fed up with this. You just scold me and my boyfriend all the time and poison the air here. Now we're leaving, --She got up from the table and she looked at me. I stood up next to her and walked her to the door. Then I paused for a moment.
-Rose, I'm tired of this too ....I'm tired of being humiliated. I'm tired of having to depend on you and also of not being equal. Maybe it's the worst. You are at a higher level than me
-Charles, you're not right at all. You can't take this seriously! Charles I love you! --Rose said and walked out the door after me
-Please leave me alone. I can't do that. Do you know how humiliating this is for me and my job? ,-- I said, and my eyes filled with tears for my existence as a man.
-Don't leave me here ,Charles , don't now! --said Rose who was also crying next to me. But it didn't excite me at all. I wanted to get out of this
I left Rose on the Ferrari estate and I went home. Home to Monaco. I managed to get home from this happy 4 days pretty late, but the peace and quiet of the home started to make up for me with everything. I was just thinking with a bottle of alcohol in the silence of the city. That's what I wanted. For the sake of it.
The next morning my first trip led to my mother. I always had a good relationship with her and after Jules died and Dad became more and more of a mother's support. As a middle kid, I always tried to get the best out of myself and maybe I messed that up too. After all, when I thought about it, my childhood was very good, but the teenager is not so much anymore
12/25/2007
It was Christmas Eve. It is the holiest holiday for a family and now we are not celebrating this holiday together. Dad left and my mom broke her leg while skiing. There was complete chaos in the house, more of a disaster. Lorenzo tried to resolve the situation by taking the two-year-old Arthur up with him. My poor little brother just had a stomach ache and I was squatting on the couch in frustration. My eldest brother tried to save what could be saved ....
-Charles, could you get me a glass of water? --Mom shouted from her bedroom
-Mom, of course, --I said and jumped up. I was 10 years old and by then I was already competing with GO-Karts. But now my hand was shaking. I tried to meet and I couldn't. I dropped the glass from my hand that flew across the room. I burst into tears.
-Charles, calm down, son.-- , Mom said, stroking my back.
-Mom, I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, --I said. Yes, I am a sensitive creature who has always taken everything conscientiously. Maybe it's my fault. But then, on this day, I hated Christmas. And after Dad died, I started to feel emptiness in my heart ...
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I came, Mom--, I said and put the stuff on the kitchen counter. Everything was so empty, since only mom lived here in the house and now maybe everything was as lifeless again as it used to be.
-Charles, honey, it's good to see you again. Tell me about the price of the beautiful girl who allegedly kidnapped your heart, --Mom said and stroked my hair.
-It's over ... it's over
-What does this mean for my son? You scare me completely,-- Mom said and took out a plate and put it on the kitchen counter
-I hope you want to get some pancakes, --I said a little funny when Mom nodded
-So tell me everything
-It all didn't work for us, Roseal. But now you seriously imagine that your boss has a boss with your boss’s daughter or a relationship. Unthinkable ... But to tell you the truth, I really loved her,-- I said I counted the nutella pancakes and started eating
-Charles, don't do this! You know that if she was the perfect one, the real one for you would be reluctant to serve each other! , --Mom said sweetly and but I had completely lost hope. I slapped the table nervously
-Mom! You can't understand that! I agreed with Rose. We had an agreement
-Charles ... What kind of agreement?
-We weren't really in love. There was nothing between us. It was all just a play. ,-- Mom looked at me completely startled. She didn't believe those words, --You know, when I went on probation because of her, we talked about helping me get in a good position with her father. She said help me !!!,-- I started to get totally upset
-But she didn't help?
-She helped, but her father hates me. He sucks with everything and doesn't let me live. And I can't leave it all because of Dad. I have to be a world champion, that's what Dad wants
-Charles, honey. I saw how you looked at each other. You really loved each other
-No, you're not right! After all, it was just a role play! It wasn't real !!!
I burst into tears. Good heavens ... The last time I cried was when Dad died. But now everything has changed. I started crying on my mom’s kitchen counter before my nutella pancakes. And the worst part was that I had to travel to Saudi Arabia for another race, plus the penultimate race. Alone.
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