Novel & Cerita Chloe Bourgeois Miraculous

"There's so much more where that came from. I want to give you the world." Chloe wrapped her hand around him. "I'm such a lucky woman, aren't I?" Max kissed her forehead. "You have no idea how lucky I feel to have you in y life." "7 pm?" "7 pm." *** Chloe was dressed in a stunning silver gown that had been purchased earlier that day from the largest designer shop in the city. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, stopping mid-thigh with a daring v-neck that exposed a generous amount of her cleavage. The belt cinched at her waist, accentuating her figure and giving her an air of elegance.

Lucille’s pov The basement was dimly lit. Then, Chloe stepped forward, draped in a ceremonial red robe and clutching a flickering candle. Beside her, the other disciples stood like shadows in their black robes, finally pulling back their hoods to reveal themselves. “Miss Marcella Solis,” Chloe began, her voice commanding and resonant. “I, Chloe Hammer, welcome you to the Bonners Club. You have demonstrated the kind of potential that sets you apart from the rest. Therefore, I present this candle to you as a formal gesture of our offer."

"What?" Chloe smirked. "Yep." "How?!" Chloe wiggled her perfectly manicured fingers. "Because I’m me, darling." "Chloe!" Isabella snapped. "Fine, fine! Calm down." Chloe chuckled. "I got his number from when I modeled for one of his brands last year. Blackwood International owns like, half of the high-end fashion industry, remember? I was one of the lead models for his LUXE by Blackwood campaign."

The door opened, and a person walked in. Oval-faced, with delicate and beautiful features, she was dressed in a white off-shoulder lace blouse, tucked into a tight pencil skirt, adorned with a full set of Cartier jewelry. She had her arms draped in a Chanel coat and held an Hermès handbag. It was Chloe. Upon seeing her, Reginard's expression cooled slightly. "What are you doing here?" Chloe swayed her slender waist, elegantly walking behind Reginard. She draped her arm over the back of his chair, leaned down, and her red lips almost brushed against his earlobe. "I heard Reggie was dining here, so I thought I'd come by to say hello."

When I graduated, there was still this gaping hole in my chest, and I decided to open my boutique in Seattle so I could be closer to her memory, but not too close that it would suffocate me. I hated them, and when I returned, I had dyed my hair and changed my style. I felt like I wasn’t me, and a few years into owning Wonderland Boutique I returned to my normal self, staying out of the public eye as much as possible. No one had known that I moved back to Seattle, and that was why it was easier to stay out of the press than I expected. It was a relief, a relief that was washed away when Mr. Perfectly Annoying decided to step back into view, because I knew after I left that building there woul

Chloe rolled her eyes, "I think your tone is already getting closer to the big boss." When Ellena paid the bill, she used the black card. Chloe came over and asked her, "Boss gave it to you?" "No, his grandfather gave it to me." "Damn! Big Boss brought you to see his family?" Chloe felt that something was wrong after she finished speaking. "You guys are already married and have gotten a marriage certificate. So it should be like this.” “Then you are now a rich woman!" Chloe said as she stretched out her hand and counted, "Mrs. Arnoult, D-Fronts media’s president’s wife… Every identity is very beautiful!"

I'm holding two paper bags of food and a milkshake that's sweating through the cardboard, and my boyfriend is now rocking a vending machine in a maternity wing. He gives the machine one last shove. The pretzels drop. He holds them up like a trophy and says nothing, because he doesn't have to, because he's insufferable. Chloe's room smells like flowers and disinfectant. It’s not a great combination. She's sitting up, hair scraped back, in a robe with a pattern I'd describe as "aggressively calm." "Please tell me you got it." I hand over the bag. She looks inside and makes a noise I have genuinely never heard a wellness influencer make.

Two tailors knelt at her feet, pins held between their teeth, adjusting the hem with surgical precision. ​"V, you look like a goddess. Literally, I think I’m losing my sight from the glow," Chloe chirped from a velvet chaise lounge, sipping a glass of complimentary champagne. She had swapped her gym wear for a chic blazer dress, looking every bit the high-society advisor.

It was the napkin he had doodled on, the napkin he had folded and put in her hand, the napkin he had drawn fireworks across, the napkin that at the top read You make me feel… She blinked again staring at it then placed it on her dresser. She shook her head and noticed Kendra staring at her. “Well, since you and Aunt Lane forced me to buy all those crazy tall shoes for work I'm kind of used to it now," Chloe said over her shoulder pulling a blue-halter sequined mini dress out of her closet and tossing a pair of scalloped peep-toe black leather Louboutin booties on the bed.

The dress shimmered in the soft glow of the room, its intricate beading and flowing silhouette a testament to its elegance. "I commissioned this dress for you, Ava. It was designed by one of the finest couturiers in London," her mother explained, her voice filled with pride. "You deserve to shine, my dear, to make a lasting impression on those who will be in attendance. This dress will help you do just that."