Novel & Cerita Chloe X Marinette

The most elegant and disdainful smile in all of hell greeted him. Chloe Vanguard sat casually on a plush velvet sofa in the center of the room, wearing a dark red satin robe. In his hand, perched a glass of Bordeaux wine. Her legs were crossed gracefully showing off her smooth, cruelly tapered thighs, while her caramel eyes were fixated on Julian like a goddess seeing a trash fly stuck to her window pane. "You took two minutes slower than my intelligence predicted on the roof lift, Sea Rat," Chloe said in a voice as sweet as the hiss of a cobra. "Your mutant feet seem to lack care, hm?"

**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.

Until she arrived. The crowd parted near the entrance like a wave. Chloe Harrington swept in wearing a striking red gown that clung to her model-like body, her long platinum blonde hair cascading dramatically over one shoulder and her heavy perfume trailed her. Her cold light blue eyes scanned the room until they were locked on me. My stomach dropped. Darius was tensed beside me, his arm tightening protectively. “Priscilla Marlow,” Chloe purred loudly enough for nearby guests to turn, a fake smile plastered on her face. “Or should I still call you Mrs. Cross? How quaint to see you playing dress-up in Seattle.”

"This is my house. You're trespassing and attempting assault. That's illegal. I'm calling the police!" The first wave of people who'd rushed forward scrambled back, swearing. "Crazy bitch and her tricks. Someone get me a bat. I'll deal with her myself." Before anyone could move, my childhood friend Maverick Kirk burst out from the kitchen. "No police, and no fighting. This is a misunderstanding." He smiled as he tried to calm everyone down, then walked toward me with a pointed look. "Chloe, what are you doing here? Come in, come in. Perfect timing. You're just in time for our family dinner."