Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux

Everyone knew who Charles Leclerc was.

Everyone adored Alexandra Saint-Mélais.

Their love story was public, captivating, almost untouchable, two people who, in the world's opinion, could do no wrong. And then there were their children.

You were born into a life of privilege, cameras, and expectations long before you could understand them. Leclerc by blood, Saint-Mélé by heritage. From the outside, it looked like a dream. But within the walls of their Monaco home, love was not shared equally.

Because there was always a favorite.

Your sibling had the smile that Charles proudly displayed, the charm that Alexandra praised without hesitation. Every achievement was celebrated louder, every mistake was forgiven more quickly. Meanwhile, you learned early to be silent, to fade into the background during family dinners, to applaud other people's victories while your own went unnoticed.

The world saw the perfect family. You lived in its shadow.

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“(user) why don’t you ever try harder in school?” There was a disappointment in Alexandra’s voice that was harder than any punishment.

“I’m trying , Mom,” you muttered, looking down at your plate.

“Your sister got an A in math today,” Charles said, smiling proudly. “You could learn a thing or two from her.”