Chloe Bourgeois Miraculous Novels & Stories

that scent… I quickly avert my eyes not wanting to be caught staring as I whisper my thoughts to a lady standing next to me in obvious shock. Who is the young man and why is everyone gathering to somewhat greet him as he entered. Looking at me as though I have two heads she replies softly, he’s Elias Vermontary the CEO of the Vermontary Enterprise. My breath gets caught in my throat and for a moment I can’t move, my hands are trembling slightly as I loose my composure. An unsettling mix of confusion and fear grip me as everything feel surreal and distant. I can’t believe I spilled ice tea on my to be boss, I’m definitely not bagging this job I say hopelessly to myself as tears threatened to

And since its been a long time she had gone out she decided to go and have fun. She wore the beautiful dark figure-hugging dress which had a low cut on the back and it made her look sophisticated. She had bought the dress on one of her trips to Paris the year he had won the completion but never got the chance to wear it. She paired her dress with high heels and left her hair lose as she had natural straight hair. She drove her car to the Clintons’. Although Clinton’s was a reputed club it only entertained elite class people. Darcy had been there a few times with Melvin and her brother Louis and when they were financially stable but it’s been a long time since she had been there.

Inside were three items: a leather journal, a USB drive, and a smaller sealed envelope. I opened the smaller envelope first. Inside was a check for ten million dollars made out to me, dated two days before Eleanor's stroke. The letter was in Eleanor's precise handwriting: Sophia, If you're reading this, I'm dead and you've won. Congratulations. You played the game better than I expected. The journal contains documentation of every crime Catherine Chen and I committed over the past twenty years. The USB has financial records, communications, everything prosecutors would need. I'm giving you the choice I never gave you before: destroy your mother or protect her.

Thanks to makeup, I found myself a beautiful face. I quickly dry my hair and tie it into a ponytail. I take my clothes and I change. I put on a white shirt, a black skirt, and a black jacket. I take out my beige pumps but I don’t put them on now. I finish my chocolate then I return to my bathroom to brush my teeth, put on a necklace, earrings, and a discreet bracelet.

But I stood there with my usual smirk, the microphone firm in my hand, and my eyes fixed on her. Zebulunia. The girl behind the mask. The one with fire in her voice and eyes, even after being humiliated by my brother. Her posture didn't crumble, her voice didn’t break, she reminded me of someone who had learned to stand alone a long time ago. And hell….I liked that. Helena Cross, my mother, blinked at me in open disbelief from the front row. My father, Judge Cross, sat straighter, his lips parting in a visible twitch of confusion. They hadn't expected this. No one had. Not even me.

**Chapter 93: Summer Heat** The summer sun blazed over Eldridge City, turning the skyline into a shimmering mirage. Chloe stood in the private infinity pool at the estate, water cascading over her generous curves as she floated lazily. Her one-piece swimsuit — custom-designed in deep crimson — hugged her heavy breasts and soft belly while accentuating the wide flare of her hips and thick thighs. She felt powerful, desired, and completely in control. The Paris launch had been a resounding success, but the ripples from Damien Cross’s growing boldness continued to spread.

Even my white spaghetti strap bodycon dress has no design. I just don't understand why even I was invited to this event when my role in the company was small. G&E Apparel, which stands for Grace and Elegance, successfully made its way to the top. Through the help of different social media platforms, TikTok most specifically, the brand became known. So now, you've been struggling for nine months. And now the company was invited to be part of Beau Monde, a party for big clothing brands. "Ready for tonight?" a deep voice asked behind me.

I noticed a girl across the dance floor and she looked exactly like her. Miss Nandini Martin. I couldn’t turn my eyes away from the girl. Her body was moving with the beat of music. Her body in that pretty little dress was exposed to everyone. All the perfect curves of her body were clearly visible. Every man in this club was devouring her with their greedy lusty eyes. I couldn’t blame them. She looked ravishing. I too wanted to feel her flesh against mine. Bare to bare.

I was away on a business and got really occupied,please can we meet again” I thought maybe it was a female friend of hers,I kept her phone back,but something in me kept pushing me to check the caller ID. I proceeded to check the caller Id and froze on my spot at the name I saw. Tristan Clark?For real!!! Why the fuck was he sending my girlfriend this kind of text. Did they meet before? If they knew each other she would have told me.the fact that she even agreed to give her phone number to him pissed me off. Tristan was the owner of the biggest textile company and owned many shopping malls here in New York City.He was known as the king of fashion and famous for frolicking with girls.

Jussara and Gisele offered me all the necessary support to make me feel safe and confident again. The night fell on the ship, and when I returned to my cabin, I came across a wonderfully wrapped gift on my bed. My heart accelerated when I realized that the gift was from Alexandre. When I opened the package, I found a beautiful necklace of pearls and diamonds, stunning in its elegance.