Chloe Bourgeois Miraculous Novels & Stories

Then she entered. The girl in Abigail’s creation stepped forward, and the room seemed to still. An elderly man in the audience staggered to his feet, breath caught in his throat. His eyes, sharp despite the years, locked onto her. Edward noticed at once, his chest tightening. He knew that face—knew the authority it carried. The chairman of the most powerful fashion house in the country was staring, unblinking, at the girl on stage. And his astonishment was undeniable. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Chloe’s voice rang like a bell, commanding the crowd’s attention, “allow me to present—The Scarlet Promise.”

"I am sorry it took me this long to come. Here, meet my goddaughter, Chloe. She is getting married and here to pick a befitting wedding dress for royalty." "Hi." Darby waved at her. "Congratulations on your engagement." Chloe gasped lightly, she didn't think the designer would be so beautiful. "Thank you, you look so beautiful. Did you add some coloring to your hair?" She asked smiling. Patting her hair unconsciously, Darby chuckled. "No, it just has a natural brownish red feeling. You are beautiful too. Thanks for coming." "Your face looks familiar though." Chloe noted. "She sure will look familiar. The latest release of FORBES magazine has her on the cover page as under thirty most influen

A gorgeous Hispanic woman updates us on the latest developments in the world of business. “…according to the CEO of Château Claire, Miss Claire Montessori, her company has faced a lot of unexpected and inexplicable challenges in the past week alone. Recall we mentioned that her new collection, Spirits and Roses, received a ton of backlash from restaurants and consumers at large.

I watched as he absorbed these facts. Jasper opened his mouth to say something when the door opened. I turned to see Chloe enter, looking every bit her new status — a powerful Luna. She wore a black, floor-length cocktail dress with long sleeves, her hair pulled into a perfect ponytail, and her makeup done to make her look like a goddess. She smiled and walked straight to Jasper, not even acknowledging me. She leaned in to kiss Jasper on the lips, but he turned his head at the last moment. Chloe still kissed his cheek before turning to me with a giant smile.

Chloe tried to help people her age see that the flashy promises of society were empty - and that true virtue and also strength and inner confidence and peace could be found not in alcohol or drugs but in engaging the mind. Now did she dress somewhat... attractively to get some of those extra clicks? Sure. It was all for a good cause though. Using her beauty to her advantage - that wasn't being hypocritical. She was merely leveraging her gifts. Gifts that had netted her a tidy few million followers on SeeMeNow, YouBox, and several other up-and-coming social media platforms. 'Oh god,' Chloe thought. 'I have a stalker. I've been kidnapped by some pasty-white creep who lives in his mother's base

Chris said with a grin, “Uncle Nial, Chloe is Cabbage. Daddy isn’t lying. Chloe is naturally sensitive to medicine, and that’s why she’s so clever. Don’t doubt her. I saw her taming the snakes and extracting the ME substance from their bodies.” “Uncle, I truly am Cabbage,” Chloe chimed in sincerely. “Do you need anything?” When Nial saw the sincere look in Chloe’s eyes, he finally believed this absurd truth. Instantly he felt his heart plunging from heaven to hell. The sexy, intelligent goddess he held dear…was this little girl?!

The crowd gasped, then murmured in admiration. “Wow, she's beautiful,” someone beside me said. Lady Megan lets out a disgusted snort. Chloe walked straight to me, her hips swaying like she was on a runway. “My lady,” she bowed. I froze in shock. Chloe will never bow her head to me— never. She smiled and extended a small gift wrapped in silver. “What are you doing here?” I said sharply. “What do you mean? Don't you like the gift?” She asked sweetly.

"We'll see when the time comes." Chloe did not think much of it and brushed it off as a casual remark. * The next day arrived, and Chloe and Joseph attended the forum. Aware of the presence of numerous influential figures at the event, Chloe paid meticulous attention to her appearance before setting out. She diligently applied a face mask to achieve a flawless complexion, carefully applied her face with makeup, delicately curled her hair into elegant waves, and adorned herself with a subtle touch of perfume. She spared no effort in ensuring that every aspect of her appearance was perfect, leaving no detail overlooked.

The armo‍r wa⁠s‍ back on. ⁠The b⁠athroom door open‍ed. Chloe wal‌k⁠ed out. She wa⁠s wearing a silk robe provided by the house. Her hair was damp⁠. Her skin‌ was scr‍ubbe⁠d pink. She stopped when she saw m​e. "Wow," she bre‌a‌thed.​ "Yo​u cle⁠a​n up nice, Billionair‌e." "Yo⁠u as‍ well, Mrs. Mo​rett‍i."

Even Chloe’s mother looked younger and prouder than Chloe had ever seen her. The moment Chloe saw her mother’s smile, radiant and unbroken, something inside her steadied. “Baby, you did this,” her mom whispered, squeezing her hand. “Don’t you ever doubt it.” But not everyone was here to celebrate. Across the room, near the champagne tower, Chloe caught sight of a rival brand owner, Clarisse Delacroix, whose luxury skincare line had been dominating headlines for months. Clarisse’s icy gaze lingered on the banners with an expression of faint disdain, and Chloe overheard the low hiss of her voice as she muttered to an associate: