oscpastryleclerc
A curse, they said. A curse that would swallow the Leclerc name whole if Oscar Piastri of Australia were to marry into it. So the engagement was broken, and Oscar was left with nothing; no home, no name, no crown. Stranded in Monaco with only the clothes on his back. He did not expect anyone to look for him. He certainly did not expect two.
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This is a work of fiction. All characters portrayed in this story are based on the public personas of real people, and the events depicted are entirely fictional and bear no relation to reality. This story does not claim to represent the actual thoughts, feelings, beliefs, or actions of any real individual. No harm or disrespect is intended toward any of the real people mentioned. RPF (Real Person Fiction) rules apply. Please read responsibly.
English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any errors you may come across. I have done my best with beta-ing this, but if there are any major mistakes I may have missed, please do not hesitate to point them out kindly - it is very much appreciated!
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