Ch. 1 Life as you know it~

Beloved by all in the city of Paris, was a girl with hair as dark as the night sky, eyes the color of the ocean's blues, and always wearing her signature white blouse, pink pencil skirt, along with black and pink striped stockings and black flats. It is Marinette Bourgeous, daughter of the mayor of Paris, Andre Bourgeous. The girl of this story was currently in her school, College Francoise, walking down the hallway like she has done. Every step she made, heads were turning in her direction. Yes, she was beloved by all, boys and girls alike. And they didn't just like her cause she was the daughter of the mayor, no, it was because of her selfless kindness. Her personality was fun to be around with, and she was damn hot. Like HOT! Worse, she is fucking oblivious as hell, cause she an innocent little cinnamon bun. After opening the door to her homeroom classroom, she was met with greetings from everyone.

"Good morning Mari~" "Hey how was your day!" "GURL YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!" Instead of being overwhelmed with all the attention thrown at her, she simply responded with a courteous greeting.

"Good evening guys, how were all of your days, mine went well without a hitch." The students all simply gave love struck faces, soaking in her radiating energy. Marinette then turned to sit at her desk, the same spot second row. Putting her bag down, she placed both her hands together like a good model student. Oh yeah, Marinette was also a 4.0 student, and was ranked top ten in the school in terms of academics. Soon a girl with blue jeans, a plad shirt, and glasses came to sit next to Mari. Her skin was a chocolatey color, and her hair an orangey-brown.

"Hey little mayor's daughter how was your day? Being overwhelmed with everyone basking in your radiance as usual!" she smirked.

"Ha Ha very funny Alya." Mari retorted back.

"But seriously girl, how do you not have a boyfriend yet?! Like come on even I got one!" She pointed to a boy with a red baseball cap. Said boy turned around to find Alya pointing at him.

"Good morning to you too Al… Hey Mari!" Nino waved friendly as usual. Marinette responded in kind.

"Hey, is he coming or what?" Nino asked.

"He had to do a modeling shoot this morning, though he should be back in like five minutes or some-."
"Hey purrincess!" The voice interrupted the ravenette. The girl in turn just pouted.

"Mangy cat what did I say about the nickname!" She retorted back with sass. The blonde gave one of those shit-eating grins like he has done a million times.

"Come on my Lady, don't be so mean to this poor cat!" He dramatically put his right hand over his chest with a dramatic flare. Marinette merely burst into tiny fits of giggles. Adrien couldn't help but smile, having a very relevant blush on his checks.

"Dork." She snorted. The blonde just stuck his tongue out in her direction, before taking his seat next to Nino.

The bell had rung, and the teacher, had walking into classroom, taking role as usual. Suddenly, the door was busted wide open, while it should have shocked everyone, and yet, no one was surprised what so ever. Two girls walked into class: a girl with bright orange hair, and in nerdy glasses, and another girl with a blonde ponytail, and wearing a yellow shirt, and regular black jeans.

"Sabrina Raincomprix, Chloe Dupain-Cheng, please try to get here on time." Ms. Bustier sighed for the thousandth time. Sabrina and Chloe had nodded, with sheepish smiles, as they quickly bolted towards their designated seats.

"Now class, get out your homework for …." And class continued without a problem whatsoever. It was just another day, a repeat of what always happens. However, that all changed after school. The bluenette got out her phone, which was an old model.

"Papa? Wonder what happened for him to call me?" Marinette was listening to her father on the phone, and then stopped walking, eyes going wide. Her friends soon took noticed and stopped walking. Tears were pooling in her eyes, as her friends each gave a worried look, Adrien especially. After hanging up, Marinette was looking down, her usual demenor all gone. Then realizing that people were watching her, quickly wiped her tears, and smiled as if there was nothing going on. And it would have worked, if it were not for the fact that her best friends had witnessed her minor slip of emotions.

"Girl what happened?!" the blogger girl pleaded with desperation.

"I-It's my Papa, h-he said…" She hesitated, wondering if she should talk about this. When she was not going to talk any further, Adrien placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, coaxing her to continue.

"Ms. Bourgeous is coming home for dinner tonight…" She reluctantly answered. Her friends only gasped at the news.

"What does that wench want now?!" Alya screeched. She, along with the boys knew about Mari's broken family, how her mom had left her and Papa. Papa had reassured Mari that it would be alright while said girl simply cried in his embrace. Quickly coming back in reality, Marinette showed new determination.

"I don't know Alya, but if she thinks she could waltz back into my life, then there is another thing coming." She responded with new confidence. Adrien, Nino and Aya all nodded in response, with their own reassuring smirks of their own. A black limo pulled out, signaling Adrien that he had to go. But before he did, he asked.

"Hey Mari need a ride, the gorilla is driving."

"Mmm… ok I'll take your offer, I got to get ready anyways…" She sighed reluctantly.

"Awesome" And off the two went. Nino and Alya walked their own way towards their homes.

"Do you think she'll be okay Nino? I mean it's her fricken poor excuse of a mother that's coming back into her life!" Alya asked. Worry evident in her tone.

"Relax Al, if there is anything Marinette has proven to us, it's that she will prevail over any obstacle that comes her way." Nino reassured. Alya just gave a simple nod.

"But still… I don't know why, but I have a really bad feeling about this Nino, my gut's telling me so." Nino visibly shook. He knew of Alya's gut feelings, and they were hella accurate. It was so scary, every mention of it gave him the shivers.

"For once, I pray that you gut feeling is wrong Al…" Nino muttered.

"You and me both." She responded bitterly.

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"If there is anyone who can pull this off, it's definitely you m'Lady!" the blonde cheered. Marinette simply giggled.

"Say hello to Monseir Agreste for me okay?" she then turned around and headed straight for the hotel she calls home.

'Alright Marinette, you got this. Just act like you usually do when being bombarded with the paparazzi.' Encouraging herself. Before entering the door, she greeted the bodyguard with a warm smile.

"Have a nice afternoon Ms. Bourgeous." He responded with a kind smile. Once the girl was in the building, he turned back into a neutral expression. Quickly getting to her, she unlocked her door, and closed it shut. She released a breath she didn't know she had till now, and slowly slid off her door. Her head buried in her arms, as she was crawled up into a tiny ball. She shut everything out of her mind for a while, just letting the silence take over. Slowly she lifted her head, and gazed at her clock, reading 3'o'clock. Only three hours till that woman came for dinner. Cursing under her breathe, Marinette got up and took a quick shower, before dressing up. Applying pink lip gloss and brushing her hair. Marinette wanted to have her hair done in her signature bun but decided to just let it fall free. Her hair was at shoulder length. Next the outfits.

"Meh, lets go with casual wear…" she wore a black T-shirt with blue shorts, along with a pair of slippers.

"Mademoseille, your father has called you to his office." Her butler called.

"But dinner isn't ready for another hour." Said girl protested.

"It isn't about dinner, he has some *cough* urgent matter that he wishes to speak with you." He coughed.

"Jean, are you ok, do you need a cough drop?" Marinette offered. He merely declined.

"No madamoseille, it is imperative that you go now." He pleaded.

"Alright Jean, but please, call me Marinette, is that really too hard to ask for?" She whined like a child. Butler Jean just shook his head, a grin on his face.

"Go on Marinette." He reluctantly said. The bluenette gave a triumphant smirk as she walked as fast as she could to her father's headquarters. She soon opened the doors to her father's office.

"Yes Papa, you called?" She asked politely.

"My dear daughter I…how was your day at school?" He asked, getting up from his seat. Said daughter was just giggling at her Papa's antics. Her bluebell eyes wandered to his right wrist, watching the charm she made for him still there.

"It was good." He beamed. "Until you mentioned your ex-wife." She bitterly added.
"Marinette she isn't my ex-wife! And she is your mother!"

"A mother who left you to take care of me!"

"Honey she left for a reason!"

"Is that reason good enough to leave your own daughter!" She shrieked, telling herself in her mind not to cry. It was quiet for a while, as neither of the two spoke. Papa begun to massage the space between his eyes. Marinette soon saw how fatigued her tired father was, and immediately felt terrible.

"I-I'm sorry Papa…" Andre just looked at his daughter, with a sad-tired expression on his face. He needed to tell her the truth.

"Marinette… honey, I need to tell you something, something that I should have told you a long time ago." He looked into her eyes, filled with new determination. Marinette waited, her nerves were getting to her stomach, as if a thousand ladybugs were crawling inside.

"Yes Pa- "You are not my daughter." He interrupted. Marinette could only gap at the man before her.

"W-what?" She could only squeak out.

"When you were at the hospital in a resting pod, there was a mix up with the babies and." He couldn't even finish, as the door burst wide open to reveal the woman Marinette despised with all her being.

"Oh why hello Andre dear~" She greeted. Hidden behind shades, her eyes wondered to the girl before her, only to lightly shove her aside and go up to her husband.

"Dear come, lets go meet our REAL daughter."

Let's go meet our REAL daughter

Our Real Daughter

Real Daughter…

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The bluenette tuned everything out as nothing but white noise. She couldn't see anything. She didn't feel anything. Her mind was digesting that one bitter fact she had been thrown in her face.

But then some more foot steps were heard.

"Hey what's taking you guys so long, come on lets go eat, I'm starving here!" Marinette sharply turned her head, her eyes widening from the shock to find none other than Chloe Dupain-Cheng, no.

"Meet Chloe Bourgeous!" Mrs. Bourgeous announced, as the timid blonde Marinette had once knew to be suddenly becoming a rather snobbish girl.

"Oh hey Marinette Dupain-Cheng~ ." She snarked as she just brushed shoulders with the girl and hugged her real parents. Marinette's blue eyes wandered, until it reached a scene where the three hugged each other, as if they were all a family.

Without me…

AND SCENE WELL HOW WAS THAT! INSPIRED BY THAT SCARLET RED AU THAT'S BEEN GOING ON IN THIS FANDOM! IT WAS TOO GOOD NOT TO PASS UP! OH YEAH, NO-MIRACULOUS AU BTW~