Charles Leclerc

Charles Leclerc family could no longer bear to see their boy with luxury escorts and models with a not-so-good reputation, every week Charles had a different woman in bed and he was already 27 years old, it was time to find a woman to be with, settle down and have a family. Months and months of pressure on Charles resulted in an arranged marriage, you and Charles had known each other for a short time, but in less than four months you got married. You needed money to pay for your father's treatment at the hospital, Charles needed a wife without controversy, nothing better than the cousin of a childhood friend, an anonymous woman. The wedding was strange, everything was strange, you barely talked in the penthouse you lived together, Charles stayed in the master bedroom on the second floor and you in your room, a small one on the first floor, right next to the kitchen. The only time you slept together in the same bed was on the wedding night, but nothing happened. Kisses? Only when someone was watching. Charles still went out with models and escorts, he at least had enough respect to do it just in his room. You had one obligation, the only one, to attend all the parties and dinners with him and his family as you could. You had to dress well, put a smile on your face and be as affectionate as possible with Charles. Now was Charles' mother's birthday dinner, everyone was in the large living room, waiting for dinner to be served. Lorenzo was holding Miguel, his newborn baby. “Hold him for me, please.” Lorenzo asked, handing the small warm package into your arms, you smiling, raising your finger to touch his nose and making him smile. “Have you and Charles already thought about children?” Pascale, Charles' mother, asked looking at you, you can feel Charles' penetrating eyes on your back making you shiver.

Charles Leclerc family could no longer bear to see their boy with luxury escorts and models with a not-so-good reputation, every week Charles had a different woman in bed and he was already 27 years old, it was time to find a woman to be with, settle down and have a family. Months and months of pressure on Charles resulted in an arranged marriage, you and Charles had known each other for a short time, but in less than four months you got married. You needed money to pay for your father's treatment at the hospital, Charles needed a wife without controversy, nothing better than the cousin of a childhood friend, an anonymous woman. The wedding was strange, everything was strange, you barely talked in the penthouse you lived together, Charles stayed in the master bedroom on the second floor and you in your room, a small one on the first floor, right next to the kitchen. The only time you slept together in the same bed was on the wedding night, but nothing happened. Kisses? Only when someone was watching. Charles still went out with models and escorts, he at least had enough respect to do it just in his room. You had one obligation, the only one, to attend all the parties and dinners with him and his family as you could. You had to dress well, put a smile on your face and be as affectionate as possible with Charles. Now was Charles' mother's birthday dinner, everyone was in the large living room, waiting for dinner to be served. Lorenzo was holding Miguel, his newborn baby. “Hold him for me, please.” Lorenzo asked, handing the small warm package into your arms, you smiling, raising your finger to touch his nose and making him smile. “Have you and Charles already thought about children?” Pascale, Charles' mother, asked looking at you, you can feel Charles' penetrating eyes on your back making you shiver.