Blair, the princess of Monaco aged 21 is forced into a fake relationship with Charles Lecerc. They both hate each other more than anything. How will the story pan out?
"Did Andre do something?" Charles turns me around. I look up to him and place my hands on his chest. "It's nothing for you to worry about" I kiss his cheek. Charles turns around and proceeds towards Andre. "What the fuck have you done to her?" He says growing aggravated. "Charles please" I beg grabbing his arm. "No blair! No I won't let him treat you like a piece of shit" "please, not here" "why not Blair, why not?" I can't be bothered with this. "I going home" I let go of his hand. "I'll drive you" Kika grabs my stuff and hands it to me. We walk past them both. I don't even look at him. What doesn't Charles understand, Andre's my brother, he's my problem.
Kika drops me off outside the palace. "Thanks, please don't say anything to Charles" I open the door and kick off my heels. "Blair, why are you home?" Dad looks up from his computer. "Leave it" I run upstairs. I burst into my bedroom and lock the door behind me. I drop myself onto the bed and see I have new messages.
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Back to strangers again. I hear a knock on my door. "Blair?" "Go away Andre" why now. "Please Blair I just want to talk" I stand up and unlock the door. "I'm sorry Blair" no way he's apologizing. "Pardon" "I am so sorry Blair bear" blear bear, that brings back memories. He would always call me that when he put me too bed. Or when he would pick me up from dance practice. "Thankyou" I smile gently. Andre starts to walk off to his room. "Oh and dad wants you, good luck" I sigh at his remark. What does dad want. Not that I care. He's probably just going to get mad at me about something. I slowly trundle downstairs but I stop as I hear multiple voices in the room before me. It sounds like a lady.
"Papa you wanted me?" I mutter appearing round the corner. "Blair, this is Pascal, Charles's mother" I breath in heavily. "Lovely to meet you Pascal" I smile through the grit of my teeth. "My son talks about you all the time. And I can see why, you're gorgeous" Charles talks about me all the time? "Thankyou" "well I best be off" pascal stands up and papa guides her to the door. That's it, surely not. "It was nice to finally meet you princess" she smiles as the door closes behind her. I start heading back upstairs. "Ah ah ah, not so fast young lady" I knew it was too good to be true. "What do you want papa, what have I done now?" "Would you like to talk about the little stunt you and Charles pulled at the track?" No not particularly. "He was getting involved in something he shouldn't have" I run back upstairs and slam the door locking it. Why me why my life.
*time skip 2 weeks*
It's been a couple of weeks until I last saw Charles. He won in Canada, and now he's back for 2 weeks. Then he's off to Spain. The media are going mad. I went for a walk and they are already assuming things.
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I can never just have any privacy. Never, not when I was little, and not now.
