So this is my first multi-chapter fic and I hope I did well enough of making the story flow I do find I struggle with that which is why I mainly write one-shots.

Also, this fic will be mainly in Lila's point of view and sometimes Nathanael's point of view.

So some mean things about Ladybug will be said as it is from Lila's view but I like Ladybug I don't hate her even if it'll seem that way. Though I do think Lila was in her right not to accept Ladybugs apology and I think Ladybug was wrong to bully (yes bully cause that what it is) Lila in the park like she did but I agree Lila was also wrong to Lie. So they were both in the wrong. Anyway, I'll get on with the prologue.


Lila was a liar. That was what everyone said. They never stopped to consider why she lied.

Lila hadn't always been a liar. It was true she had quite the imagination growing up after all she had to find some way to entertain herself. Her parents weren't around much. She was left to her imagination and her storybooks.

The only time Lila got to hang out with her mother was when she dragged Lila shopping. It wasn't like Lila didn't like shopping but her mother was very picky about what Lila could and could not wear. She wanted Lila to always be in with the latest fashion. Lila would roll her eyes at her Mother demanding the shop workers to bring them this and that. The workers never complained out loud probably because her mother was a well-known actress in Italy and her father was a diplomat.

When her Mother really annoyed her, Lila used to call her the evil queen (not to her face of course) because of her habit of always checking herself in the many mirrors she placed around the house. Her mother had a serious problem with mirrors which Lila wasn't too fond of she didn't like constantly seeing her reflection everywhere she mirrors used to always appear in her nightmares so Lila always tried to keep her eyes off them when she passed them though it was hard with one nearly being in every hallway and room

Her Father had tried to find time to be with Lila and teach her the ways of the world but soon enough he was offered jobs with higher rankings and better pay he took them of course and soon enough it was always working with him. He never could find time to be with his daughter preferring to work day and night.

Lila had tried to get him spend time with her but he always brushed her off with "Mio Cara, can't you see I'm busy right now we'll talk later" Later never came.

Lila wasn't one to give up she was a stubborn and determined child. So she had gone down to the kitchens and ordered the family chef to help her make a cake for her dad. The family workers were used to Lila's bossy ways and it was better to humour her than to tell her to go away for when she threw a tantrum no one's ears were safe from her screams.

So they had made a simple cake for her Father. Lila had excitedly walked up the stairs with the small cake for her father. She had crept into his study holding the cake in a tray and walked up to his desk with a smile.

"Daddy, I made you a cake" she had said with a happy grin.

Her father hadn't bothered to look at her continuing to type on his computer "I'm busy right now come back later"

"That's okay I'll just leave the cake here for you" Lila had smiled and placed the cake on the desk. "It's not good to work on an empty stomach…what are you doing anyway?" Lila had asked

Her Father had looked with a glare standing up and hitting the cake off the table, it had landed on the ground ruined and smashed. Lila had gasped eyes widening in shock.

"LILA!" he roared.

Lila took a step back in fear she knew her father had a temper but she had never been the one he was angry with before.

"Do you ever listen? I told you I'm busy, I don't want your stupid cake if I wanted food I would ask the chef to make me some! Now leave!" he had shouted his green eyes flashing with anger.

Lila had turned on her heel and ran out of the room tears running down her eyes "I-I'm S-sorry" she had muttered as she ran out the door.

From that day she had learned not to bother her father again unless he asked to see her. He never mentioned what happened or apologised so Lila decided to try and forget it too. She didn't wish to anger her father ever again.

Lila never found it easy fitting in and being social. She had used to be home-schooled with all the travelling but her parents decided when she turned seven it would be best for her to go to school with other kids her age. The kids in her new class had either full-out ignored her already in their own close groups or picked on her for fun. Lila had run home with tears in her eyes and to her relief, her parents had been there. When her father asked why she was crying she had told him about the other kids not liking her and her father told her not to worry all she had to do was to tell a few lies and the children were sure to like her.

Young Lila had pouted with watery eyes and said "But isn't lying bad?" her father had shaken his head with a laugh "Of course not everyone else is doing it so why shouldn't you?"

"Is it just like my stories" Lila had asked in a whisper.

"Yes, Mio Cara it is just like telling a story and a story never hurt anyone has it" Her father had said patting her head.

Lila had giggled and shook her head "No, everyone loves stories so then they will love me, right Father?"

"Of course they will you are a Rossi so why should they not?" her father had chuckled "And Lila try not to cry any more people will only think your weak if you cry" he had said before walking off

Lila had nodded sadly before wiping away the tears from her eyes and vowing never to cry again that would make her father proud of her right? And then he would spend more time with her.

With her newfound knowledge, Little Lila had run up the stairs nearly tripping over her untied laces and into her room and over to her enormous bookcase. She began to pull heaps of books out. If she was going to tell the kids stories she needed to be prepared right?

Lila was used to coming up with heaps of stories to amuse and entertain herself it wouldn't be that hard to tell the other kids these stories as well. Soon enough in the playground kids would surround her wanting to hear her extraordinary tales.

She would tell them many stories one of these stories were about how she was out walking in a forest and she had met a unicorn who had let her comb and plait its mane.

One day she had come into school wearing fox ears and had told the other kids she was a magical kitsune and usually she can use magic to hide her ears but as she was feeling weak today so she could not. The kids had loved her and her stories some of them had even believed her stories to be real.

Telling stories became a habit to Lila and she began to tell stories all the time even to everyday questions.

When Mia, her father's assistant, asked Lila why she was not eating her food instead of just saying she was not hungry she would make up a story about how she had helped a girl who's kitten had got stuck in a tree and she had given her a bag of Ciambella as thanks.

The constant moving didn't help Lila shake off this habit. She would walk into each new school and felt the judging stares and whispers about who she could be. Lila may have been nervous but she wasn't one to hide from the spotlight if anything she loved the spotlight and the attention from her peers maybe it helped her forget how lonely she was at home.

So Lila began to lie every day only she didn't recognise it as lying she just thought she was telling stories after all she wasn't harming anyone. When people had piled around her and asked her who she was and what her life was before. Lila had spun fantastic stories or well Lies about how she had been living Hollywood and knew all the most famous actors and actresses the children in her class had gasped and looked at her in awe suddenly everyone wanted to be her friend.

Lila knew it wasn't true friendship but she could pretend it was and it was better than being lonely.

She started telling more lies to remain popular and before the kids could catch onto her lies her family would be moving again.

Lila thought she had it good despite the constant moving and the fact her parents were never there and even if they would they would always brush Lila off with some excuse.

Still, she had her stories and the people at the new schools she would go to liked her when she told the lies and made herself into a new person, a likeable person.

That was until Paris she had no idea one lie could ruin everything. 'It's all that's bugs fault!' Lila thought with angry tears in her eyes 'Wait until I get m revenge I'll squash that bug and she never know it was me!" Lila had thought while glaring at a poster of the hero suddenly a voice appeared in her mind offering her help with her revenge. Lila had smirked as she agreed finally she going to knock that bug off her fake throne and Paris would love her instead.