Unbroken hopes|| Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen(lestappen)Wildest dreams book2

Turbulence in Paradise

As the plane touched down on the sun-soaked tarmac of their honeymoon destination, Max and Charles exchanged excited glances. The last few hours had been a blissful blur of first-class luxury, hand-holding, and shared anticipation. Now, as they stepped off the plane and into the warm, tropical air, it felt like the start of a perfect adventure.

"Ready for paradise?" Max asked with a grin, sliding his sunglasses down onto his nose as they walked toward the terminal.

"More than ready," Charles replied, his own grin mirroring Max's. "This is going to be amazing."

The airport was small and charming, with open-air walkways and a thatched roof that immediately made them feel like they were in a postcard. A cheerful sign greeted them: "Welcome to Isla del Amor!" Max chuckled at the name, nudging Charles playfully. "They know what we're here for."

Charles laughed, already picturing the idyllic beaches, crystal-clear water, and romantic dinners that awaited them. "I'm not sure I've ever been this relaxed."

As they approached the customs area, Max leaned over to whisper, "You packed the passports, right?"

Charles froze for a split second before patting his pocket, feeling the familiar shape of the passports safely tucked inside. He exhaled in relief. "Got them. You scared me for a second."

Max smirked. "Just keeping you on your toes."

They breezed through customs without any issues, quickly retrieving their luggage. Everything was going smoothly—almost too smoothly, as Charles thought. It was like the universe was giving them a perfect honeymoon experience, right from the start.

"Let's find our driver," Max suggested, looking around for the person holding a sign with their names on it. They walked toward the exit, where a line of drivers waited, each holding signs for different guests.

"There!" Charles pointed, spotting a sign that read, "Verstappen-Leclerc."

They approached the driver, a tall man in a crisp white shirt and a wide-brimmed hat. He smiled warmly at them. "Welcome to Isla del Amor! I'm Felipe, your driver. Congratulations on your wedding!"

"Thank you," they both replied, exchanging a happy glance.

Felipe led them to a sleek black SUV parked just outside the terminal. As they got in, the cool air conditioning was a welcome relief from the tropical heat. Charles sighed contentedly as he settled into the plush seat.

"Your resort is about an hour's drive from here," Felipe informed them as he started the engine. "You'll love it—private beaches, luxury villas, everything you need for a perfect honeymoon."

Max and Charles exchanged another grin. Everything was still going perfectly. They relaxed into the ride, watching the lush scenery go by. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the ocean sparkled in the distance. It was everything they had hoped for.

But about 30 minutes into the drive, the SUV began to make a strange noise—a low, sputtering sound that gradually grew louder.

"Uh, is that normal?" Max asked, glancing at Felipe.

Felipe frowned, his hands tightening on the wheel. "No... no, it's not."

Just as he said that, the SUV gave one last sputter and then abruptly stopped. The engine went dead, and the car rolled to a halt on the side of the road.

Max and Charles exchanged looks of disbelief.

Felipe sighed, taking off his hat and scratching his head. "I'm so sorry, gentlemen. It looks like the car has broken down. I'll call for assistance."