Princess Madeleine of Monaco and Charles Leclerc, the biggest rivals of all. The two have hated each other growing up. What's the worst could happen? oh wait.
An arranged marriage.
Madeline was aware of the news, she knew she would be getting an arranged marriage to help improve the royal family's image, but what she didn't know was who they'd set her up with.
Her parents were strict. Not just strict, but strict to a level where she had no choice but their say. She was 23 years old, surely that meant choosing her own life choices? especially who to marry, who she'd have to spend the rest of her life with.
7pm was her dinner reservation with her whole family and the guy who she is supposed to marry. Hoping it would be a good guy, she made herself look extra beautiful in hopes they could fall in love.
Her hair and makeup was done by her stylist who used Dior and Channel products, the most expensive one could ever own, and her outfit consisted of white trousers and a cropped top with a oversized Jacket from Channel. She looked stunning, that wasn't even questionable.
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Carefully walking down the marble stairs of her home, she saw the front door was already opened with two security men awaiting her arrival to step inside the car. The door was opened for her, and she stepped in with the door being shut behind her.
"Mother could you please tell me who it is?" Madeline asked but both her parents looked at each other with a worried look. "You'll see." Her father replied. Madeline sighed looking out of the window as they approached the restaurant.
The royal family stepped out of the car with paparazzi and fans awaiting their arrival. The three sisters all shaked a few hands with their supporters and took a few pictures before heading inside.
They were met by a server who led them towards their table, Madeline looked up to see Charles Leclerc already waiting. Her jaw dropped as her eyes turned a fierce blue once her eyes cause his. "What the fuck!" She said about to loose her temper but realised she was in public and royal so she couldn't do such thing. "Honey I'm sorry we couldn't tell you but it's the best thing for you, for the country, it will look good" her father said. "You've got to be kidding me." Madeline continued to say taking a seat as furthest as possible from Charles. "Sit next to him now." Her father commanded. Madeline rolled her eyes but obeyed.
She sat next to Charles while feeling the strong smell of his Chanel blue around his neck. While everyone else was looking at their menu's, Madeline quietly whispered to Charles. "Why did you agree to this?" she questioned him. "I getting payed to marry your ugly ass." He responds causing Madeline to stand up and leave heading outside.
Briar glances over to Charles with an angry look putting her middle finger up under the table towards him. She shifts closer to him and whispers in his ear. "Mess with my sister, and I'll mess your whole life up." She responds before moving back to sit next to belle and her mother.
Madeline was outside, her arms leaning against the balcony fence which had a view of the formula one race circuit beneath her. She took a few deep breathes before hearing footsteps behind her. She turned around to see Charles standing behind her in his black suit and black tie approaching her. She rolls her eyes turning her head back onto the view. "Why are you here?" she asked him. "You shouldn't talk to your future husband like that." He responds. "Shut up before I punch you." Madeline said raising a fist which he catches. She quickly moves her arm. "Don't touch me." She responded grabbing onto her own wrist after her held it tightly.
"You asked me why I'm doing it, I need the money. I need it for sponsorships and to help my brother get into formula 2. Is that a good enough answer?" Charles says trying to look her in the eyes in which she completely ignores. "And I'm helping your image as well which is a bonus for you." Charles continues but is cut off by Madeline. "You are NOT helping my image or my family image, in fact your ruining it just like you've done to me my whole life, so for a matter of fact, this conversation is over and I hope to never come across your face again." Madeline says grabbing her bag and starting to make her way out.
"Matter of fact we're not done, see you tomorrow for the Monaco Grand Prix, wifey" Charles said grinning while Madeline continues walking out the door raising her middle finger behind her towards Charles.
