Chloe's Sister Miraculous Novels & Stories

With a sneer and a cold glint in her eyes, she looked at Ava and said, "Don't be sorry. I should thank you for helping me expose this scumbag. You can have him." Hearing what she said, tears welled up in Ava's eyes. She did her best to hold them back as if she was the one who had been wronged. "You don’t have to act brave, Coco. I know you must feel terrible right now." Chloe's lips curved in a mocking smile as she said, "So? Is it exciting to sleep with your little sister's boyfriend, huh? An apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You're just like your mother. Both of you are shameless homewreckers who destroy other people's families!"

“I don’t want a man touching me. I don’t want men anywhere near me.” I nod in understanding. I’m right now. “Of course.” My leading doctors arrived seconds later. They’re sisters who have been training as healers for the majority of their lives and are wise beyond their years. I greet Gemma and Alyssa at the door and welcome them inside the room. “Good evening, Maxwell,” Alyssa bows, then her sister—using my name instead of my title in front of Luna. “It would be best if you left the room so we can examine her within her diaries.”

The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the cubicle, and soon, my clothes, which were torn into pieces, hung loosely on me, barely covering me. A wave of shame washed over me, but the terror for my unborn child overwhelmed me as my pregnant belly was exposed before their eyes. Tears of despair streamed down my face, and suddenly, the hand over my mouth released. I seized the moment to speak. "I'm Anthony's sister!" But my words were met with mocking laughter. "I came back to save your child!" I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation.

The whole world narrowed to that door and the four meters of hallway between us. *Walk away,* a small voice begged. *Walk away and you never have to know.* I crossed the hallway. I pushed open the door. The room smelled like cedar and vanilla and betrayal. Michael was on our bed. Our bed, with the sheets I chose, beneath the portrait from our wedding day. And tangled against his bare chest, her dark hair spilling across my pillow, was Chloe. My sister. My 18 year old sister, who had hugged me that morning and zipped up my funeral dress and promised we would get through this together.

That's when I fully take in the girl who was standing beside her brother. Chloe had long dark brown hair with beautiful curls. She had dark brown eyes and with a beautiful milk chocolate shade skin colour. She was beautiful, but she looked exhausted and tired. Her clothes were torn in places and I could see a trail of blood running down her leg. There was a small cut across her cheek, and her one eye was swollen. She was clearly limping. Her brother had caramel brown skin with curly hair. He looked older than Chloe and had a muscular lean build. He looked exhausted too but not as bad as his sister.

She braced herself and plastered on the best fake smile she could, in readiness to greet her baby sister. “Hi!” She said a little too brightly. Chloe shot her a sickly-sweet smile. Her sister was shorter and more petite than she was. They shared the same hair colour, although you wouldn’t know thanks to Chloe’s monthly hair appointment with a bottle of bleach. Miranda felt Chloe had always been the most attractive one, and certainly men had seemed to agree. She hated introducing new boyfriends to her, afraid they would end up fancying her more.

Azriel asked. Chloe was surprised at how calm they were taking this discussion about Seraphina. Yeah, Seraphina isn’t a troublemaker so there’s no way she might have encountered these two. What's the deal with them? “She’s my sister and you have killed her you idiot!”Chloe yelled. Hearing her statement, the both twins looked at each other. It was as if Azriel had a lot to say to Erosbut because she was in here, he said nothing to him yet.

"Rob has been calling me day and night, he wants to know if you're alright. And he wants to know what situation you're in with Brother-in-law. He wants to know when you'll finally get the divorce!" "Chloe!" Hailey snatched her hands from her tight hold and shifted back. Her heart raced so fast that she was afraid it would rip out of her ribcage. The girl's outburst had taken her by surprise and she wondered why she was seeing this side of her sister. This was the second time Chloe had ever snapped at her. Why was she this desperate? Chloe also appeared shocked at her own actions. Her shoulders dropped and she lowered her head. "I'm so sorry, Sister," she murmured.

"There's no need. Go and talk to Howard. I'll do it myself." Chloe shook her head, "I'm not going..." "What's wrong?" What's wrong? Isn't it obvious? Chloe kept her head down and pretended not to care. She just asked casually, "Sister, what's the relationship between him and that woman?" "Didn't Howard explained? She was the child of his adoptive father, so she can be regarded as his sister..." Chloe, "..." "What's wrong?" Chloe shook her head and pretended everything was fine. "Nothing, it's good... Ah..."

Breaking my brother apart. I stood there and realized I had no other option. I took a deep breath and summoned all the courage I possessed. “Adrian, there’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you a long time ago.” I paused, steeling myself. “Chloe is King Charles’ daughter. I falsified the report that she wasn’t.” Adrian’s eyes widened, and he took a stumbling step back from me. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice shaking. “Are you sure?”