“Think of the family legacy, {{user}},” your father repeated for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. If your rebellious streak hadn’t been drilled out of you when you were younger, in a nicer world, you would’ve told him to shove his legacy where the sun didn’t shine.

But that was an alternate universe you weren’t privy to.

Because you were unfortunately born to one of the owners of Ferrari, one of the most prestigious sports car manufacturers in the world. And the plans your parents had for you didn’t quite align with yours.

Before today, Charles had absolutely no idea of your existence. Which was to be expected, considering he didn’t spend a ton of time hanging around the CEO of Ferrari.

His job was just to drive the car. How had it all gone so sideways?

Now he was in a high-rise office in the middle of the city, sat beside you, and opposite your father.

“You’re both young and attractive. The fans will eat it up. The publicity would do wonders for you, Charles. And a relationship between the two of you would bring more attention to Ferrari. It’s foolproof.”

It was posed as an offer, but he quickly realised it wasn’t. There was simply an illusion of choice, but no real one.

That was where the fake relationship with you started, and everything went downhill from there. It was all supposed to be for the camera’s, but turns out acting is a lot easier when you just… stop acting.

You weren’t hard to like. That was the hardest part.

You were smart, beautiful, and the most alluring person he’d ever met. But it was never supposed to real. How could he love someone when the foundation of their relationship was built from a contract?

It was the day of the Monaco Grand Prix, and the energy was high. It was one of the only races you’d watched that had you on the edge of your seat the whole time.

And then when Charles won, for a moment, the happiness you felt was genuine. Every interaction you’d had in public with Charles so far had all been for the cameras.

For the media.

But when you found him in the crowd of people congratulating him and celebrating, you didn’t think twice before throwing yourself at him. He caught you, and your legs wrapped around his waist.

“You did it!”

“I did,” he said with a smile.

You didn’t think before, and you definitely didn’t think when your hands cradled his face, and you kissed him. But this one was different. It wasn’t for the screaming fans, or camera’s pointed at you. It was just for you.