Chloe Bourgeois Miraculous Novels & Stories

I heard, and I turned. She was standing there with a smile on her face, the maid! She was surrounded by men who looked at me with shock written all over their faces. " She's pregnant. Claire. That's a goddamn pregnant woman.” One of her men said, looking at me with pity. “I care next to nothing! We were paid to bring her,not kill her. So my conscience is clear.” Claire said, scoffing as she walked away. “I can't believe I'm working with a bunch of weaklings. Bundle her up and drop her in the car." She said.

she said. I looked at her, surprised etched across my face. “I will be organising a charity gala soon. Your company can join, that would restore your name and the faith people once had in you.” I laughed softly. “That’s a really kind offer, Miss Sasha, but as it stands, I think I’m the one who needs charity more” I hated how pathetic I sounded, but it was the bitter truth. “Oh… I understand, but that’s not a problem,” she said gently.

The moment seemed special, signaling the start of something wonderful. Thank you, Michelle said confidently. I’m honored to join Chloe on this journey. The Bloom is a testament to her creativity, resilience, and belief in new beginnings. Chloe, you inspire us all. The applause was heartfelt, and Michelle felt a deep sense of gratitude for all she had faced and overcome. She appreciated her family, her friends, and the love encircling her.

He added. "Wow! I guess our plans fit perfectly well. An auction could help you raise more funds for the good course, don't you think?" Chloe asked, grinning from ear to ear. "Can you elaborate on that?" Blake suggested. Chloe leaned closer and began to narrate her plan. **** Several hours later, Chloe stared at herself in her dressing mirror, enveloped in the crisp scents of autumn cologne. She was wearing a black maxi bodycon gown with a sweetheart neckline and fluffy feathered white long sleeves which are detached from the gown. Her black stiletto heels and her Black crystal-covered purse matched her outfit perfectly.

It’s her strange wish. Chloe got ready for the event, she wore the satin dress that Marcus brought for her, it’s a color of a cold coffee and it looked good on her. Chloe was worried got worried that it’s revealing her skin so Lily have her cream color trench coat, she’s going to cover her bare arms and thighs using that. Besides it’s so cold today. Chloe has lived all her life in the minus degree Celsius but this medium cold after a sunny day feels different.

The fabrics gliding through my fingers and skin like water. One of the women, who introduced herself as Chloe. She’s beautiful, tall, blonde, with sharp-featured circles me thoughtfully as she smiles softly at me . “You have such exquisite proportions, Mr Soren is indeed a lucky man”She murmurs and I swallow nervously. Did he tell them he got me at an auction? Shit! I doubt! That would be too embarrassing even for him! They dress me, Undress me and redress me. Each outfit more expensive than anything I’ve ever touched and each piece fitting like it was designed for my body specifically.

Lucien watched it with his fists clenched. Chloe, tied to a chair in a concrete room. She looked exhausted, terrified. Her face was bruised. But she was alive. A distorted voice spoke over the video. "Chloe Thorne will be released safely under the following conditions. She withdraws from Milan Fashion Week immediately. She makes a public statement discrediting Lucien Cross and Cross Luxury Group. She admits her success was built on lies and manipulation. Follow these instructions within 24 hours or the consequences will be severe."

“The real question is, what are you going to do about it?” “I don't plan on going” Chloe immediately announced her stance. “why not?” Claire immediately leaps up from the couch.“I've already thought of a whole plan for such an opportunity. I'll personally make this amazing gown for you. You're guaranteed to wow the entire crowd there; that jerk will immediately break away from that girlies and immediately come crying to you like a baby boy, asking you to take him back while admitting how blind and stupid he was”.

She hated introducing new boyfriends to her, afraid they would end up fancying her more. Chloe was impeccably dressed as always. She never wore anything unless it was designer, and Miranda rarely saw her wear the same thing twice. Tonight’s ensemble consisted of a beautifully tailored black dress under a caramel cashmere coat. On her feet were nude-coloured pumps which were undoubtedly Jimmy Choo. She noticed Chloe was looking at the place with suspicion. “Have you been here before?” Her tone was wary. “Er no, a friend recommended it to me.” “Hmm. Well, it looks alright so far.” Chloe commented.

Everyone was looking at me, waiting for my response. A few genuinely concerned ones said, "Michelle, we finally met Chlo. How can you let her foot the bill? Let's stick to the old rule and go Dutch." I was about to speak, but Michelle interrupted, "Forget it! Going Dutch? Chlo is no ordinary person now. She's the renowned Chloe Hartz in the Foswood construction industry. You're going to make her laugh. Go Dutch? What's on this table is nothing to her."