Chloe X Marinette Novels & Stories

I smiled in response and then I heard the door behind me open. 'Who was that that barge in and couldn't knock' I wanted to say but I stopped and saw who it was. Vincent Valentino the man I'm to marry. He was tall, stunning and sexy with a broad shoulder that made his suit fit him well. I didn’t turn back, I only looked at him in the mirror as he came close. "Out" He said and the lady immediately rushed outside without even closing the door. "Zoe" He said in a deep voice and slowly walked closer to me. But i was not Zoe I was Chloe, my heart beat was increasing and I couldn't calm myself.

Chloe’s POV No one answered the door, so I decided to push it open myself. I shoved it hard, storming in with all the fury and accusations I had built up. “Trevor! You’re disgusting! I’ll never forgive you!” I shouted, ready to unleash every angry word I’d rehearsed in my mind only to freeze in my tracks the next second. The scene before me wasn’t at all what I had imagined. There was no sordid display, no betrayal. Instead, the room was a sea of pink. Ribbons, balloons, and flowers decorated the space, with a small stage at the center adorned with champagne and a cake.

Soft, ambient jazz played from hidden speakers, and the city lights twinkled far below like a bed of scattered diamonds. Chloe, Marcus's girlfriend of two years, swirled a glass of expensive Pinot Noir, her silk robe loosely tied, revealing the smooth, tanned skin of her thighs. She was a vision, with cascading auburn hair and lips painted a deep, sinful red. "You're tense," Marcus murmured, his hands kneading her shoulders from behind. He was all sharp angles and tailored suits, a wolf in the boardroom and, as Chloe knew, in the sheets.

Turning down the polished corridor, a familiar figure blocked my path. Chloe stood dead center in the hallway. Her arms were crossed tight over a neon pink crop top. Dark mascara smudged under her eyes, proving she had shed a few tears over her ruined device. She tapped her white sneaker against the floor tiles, radiating pure fury. “Look, Chloe,” taking a step forward, my hands slipped into my pockets. “About last night—”

Exposing her actions for all to hear. Chloe’s face went ashen as the recording played, her composure slipping, but she quickly masked it, her eyes narrowing. She opened her mouth to speak, but I held up a hand, silencing her. “I’m not done,” I said. “This isn’t the only evidence we have.” I gestured to Marlus to bring forward the documents, and he passed them to me. I spread them across the table, revealing the hard evidence of Chloe’s secret dealings with Matthew: documents linking her to Rogues, the financial support she’d been funneling to Aiden’s cause.

Chloe had already walked up to Lorenzo. She was tall and lean, standing nearly 5'9". Coupled with her cool aura, she didn't lose an inch of presence standing before this 6'2" powerhouse of a man. Their energies collided in the air—hers as forbidden as ice, his as intense as fire. Lorenzo looked at the girl, a flicker of cold annoyance in his eyes at the intrusion. Chloe stopped just outside his social bubble and pulled off her mask, revealing a stunning face.

Ellena was already used to Martin and Chloe's way of getting along, so she was not surprised by this kind of Martin. Very soon, Chloe came. Chloe had just finished her program. She was wearing thin clothes and her makeup was exquisite. However, when Chloe walked closer, Ellena could still see the fatigue on her face. "Chloe." Ellena smiled and called her. Chloe smiled back and walked towards her. Martin, who had been waiting for Chloe to come, did not make a sound. He looked very cold. Ellena was secretly amazed. When a man changes his face, there was really nothing for a woman.

I thought. Chloe looked stunning in her pink backless dress paired with red high heels. Probably taller than mine by inches. I am quite an inch taller than her without wearing heels. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back as she clung to Crow’s arm while carrying a small gold-branded pouch with the other hand. They looked perfect together. Matt greeted them, and soon everyone returned to whatever they had been doing. “They look so good together,” Mitch sighed dreamily. “I’m going to the restroom,” I told the girls, trying to ignore the sting in my chest.

As a result, Chloe's private details, including her school graduation pictures, were revealed on the Internet. [I have to say, Chloe is really good-looking. She's been a beauty since she was little.] [I agree. She's prettier than Xavia. If I were Joseph, I'd choose Chloe too.] [That’s not a comparison at all. Xavia’s a talented violinist, while Chloe is just an illegitimate child. They're not on the same level.] [No, that's not accurate. Chloe is equally exceptional. She won numerous awards in school and went on to establish her own brand abroad. Though she did receive help from Noah, for a young woman in her early twenties, she’s definitely outstanding.]

But Marilyn was sitting in a chair across from Chloe with her legs spread open haphazardly. Chloe wasn't able to blink or close her eyes and just watched as Marilyn watched her back. Chloe noticed Marilyn's furry legs, and she had no breasts, and she had an adam's apple, she was not a she but a he. Then Chloe recognized him as the girl or guy from the bar and from the bench outside of work. Chloe struggled to sit up and scooted further back across the room. "Who are you?" Chloe asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking.