Chapter 5

All Lies

They both watched the television together. Adrien had already:

Broken the remote.

Screamed 'Bitch' at least four thousand times.

Broken his phone.

And almost broke the TV until Marinette intervened.

"So Miss Bourgeois, how long have you and Mr Agreste been in a relationship?" The blonde giggled.

"We've been friends ever since childhood - as most of you adoring fans know already. Adrien and I have been in a committed relationship since we were both seventeen!"

This really got to Adrien.

"It is really rare for a pair of young celebrities to start dating, yet alone even get married! Do you think your marriage will ever end like those in Hollywood?"

"Oh, I think we'll stay together for a long time. Actually I think there's a possibility even forever!"

For some odd reason, this really got to Marinette.

Chloé even had the nerve to show off a ring identical to the one Adrien bought. The interviewer said something asking about why the ring was so simple. The girl replied with, "Adrien thinks I'm a simple girl."

"Do you think that I could get a job at Agrestes and not have to marry Adrien?"

Alya and Marinette were hanging out, since this was their first free time in awhile. Both were in Ivans' 'famed cafe'. Marinette had to admit, his food was actually really good. She could understand why many people visited this cafe. The cafe looked like a full scale restaurant. It was gigantic. She didn't think a man like him would grow up to a cook. But looking at her dad, it wasn't too surprising.

"I mean, why does he even want to marry you? Oh wait! Maybe they want to cause a publicity stunt! He might divorce you later!" Alya suggested. She took a bite out of the cake she ordered. "This is delicious" she said with the food still stuck in her mouth.

"But why me? Why not Chloé? She's the one who wants him so badly. Plus, I would hate to go through a divorce. It makes me look kind of bad."

"I don't know... something is definitely fishy. But hey. At least you got a rich, good-looking husband in the meantime." The reporter wiggled her eyebrows to make her friend more uncomfortable than she already was.

"You got Nino! That's gotta be a lot easier than Adrien!" Marinette whined. Her whining had tripled (or X1000) these past few weeks. Being in the Agreste Mansion was giving her a headache. Perfume was always sprayed all over the house, fashion was a little too much everywhere, and the food was way too fancy. She wasn't used to being in a rich lifestyle. If Adrien was planning on divorcing her, she didn't know how to go back to her normal life.

"Oh, by the way. What's the whole deal with Chloé? I just saw the news yesterday and was confused, girl." Marinette sighed. Big rumors like these were apparently a big deal around the company, considering that Chloé was such an influential girl. Even though her father wasn't the mayor anymore, she still acted like she was above the law. She was not even above the law to begin with. How much power does a Mayor hold anyway?

"She followed us around when Adrien and I were shopping for wedding rings. Then later got into a fight with us. That girl really does know how to make a headline."

"Don't worry! Reporter Alya here will officially clear off this scandal!" Alya was about to pop her laptop open until Marinette closed it down. "I think Natalie is taking care of it. You really don't want to get messed up in her work."

"Then what can we do? Just sit here? Psh, please. I could've handled this in seconds!"

The designer stirred her cup of coffee. She had a personal distaste to the drink, but Ivan made it just right. She might consider drinking it as a habit from now on.

"Oh, by the way. I'm interviewing some Chinese guy in a few weeks, or is it next week? I forgot. But since you've been taking up those Chinese lessons with Mister Lover Boy, can you be a translator?"

"I don't know... my Mandarin isn't that good! What happens if I say something wrong?"

"I've been trying to get a translator. I can't find a single one! I still can't believe this guy is famous. Having a world tour? This side of the world can't speak Chinese!"

"A-l-y-a," Marinette drawled out, "I thought we were talking about the problem with Adrien, not some weird guy you're going to interview."

"Mari, this guy is extremely popular I tell you. He already sold out tickets in Paris! Do you know how weird it is for some Asian guy to success in freaking Europe?"

"A, do you know what K-pop is? Do you know popular it is here?"

"I'm am aware yes. This guy is Chinese. Not Korean."

"Are you saying that Chinese people aren't Asian?"

"How about we go back on talking about your little dilemma, shall we?" Alya took out her laptop again.

"I want to know what he really does when he goes out at night." Adrien had been going out a few nights and it really tugged at her mind. Did he already take on another girlfriend? Did he get some girl pregnant? Was he out drinking with friends like he said he was? Alya thought on this too. It was complicated to spy on people, taking in earlier experiences. When Mari first mentioned it, she asked Nino. Since both went out together.

"How about you have a disguise?"

"As what? A stripper?" Marinette laughed at her own joke. Alya's face was serious. "No like, a totally different person!"

"Like what? A ladybug?"

"Yes! A Ladybug!'

"Alya, I was only joking."

"Girl, I don't take all jokes as jokes."

"What? And why a ladybug?"

"Nevermind. You don't understand my sense of humor. Anyways you should dress up as someone else and spy on him! That way, you'll definitely know what he's up to."

"Why? I wasn't that serious", though she was interested at what Alya was getting at.

"C'mon Mari! Even though he might really like you, I could still have a very close inside source!"

Marinette looked down at her almost empty cup of coffee. She asked the worker (or waiter, she didn't know if bakeries could have waiters) for another cup. Alya was in a phone call at the moment, leaving Marinette to consider what she suggested. Suddenly she got a tap on her shoulder. The girl turned around.

"Nathaniel?"

"H-hey Marinette", he said back shyly.

Nathaniel had a huge crush on her back when they were both in secondary school. I his eyes, she was the most perfect being in the whole world. They both worked on art projects after school in the art club. He never had the courage to confess to her. Even though Ivan and Nino always bugged about it. They were his best friends during school, yet he was only really close with Ivan at the moment. Nino was always busy with something.

Today he was supposed to help Ivan with the menu design for the next month, but he was surprised that Marinette was there. He hasn't seen her in awhile either. Nathaniel was an artist (of course), helping around with festivities, posters, etc.

"What have you been up to lately?" Marinette asked with her sweet smile. He blushed.

"Oh really nothing. Just helping around town you know h-heh."

Adrien burst through the double doors of the bakery, searching the many tables. Figuring out where Marinette was. He called her multiple times. Yet she didn't pick up. The man finally found her in the back talking to a red haired guy. He scrunched up his face clearly jealous. But he kept a calm face. Adrien walked over to where they were sitting.

"Marinette" Adrien cooed. She glared back up at him. "What are you doing here? And how did you even find me?"

"Natalie put a tracking device on your phone, why didn't you pick up your phone?"

"Great I have people tracking me now? I think my phone was on silent." She checked. Yup, 3 missed calls from AA (Adrien Agreste). "Did you lose your patience after 3 calls?"

"I am confused. Why is Adrien Agreste here? And why and how does he know you?" Nathaniel asked. Then he looked at her hand.

Adrien walked up and stuck his face in the other's face. "I'm her fiance" He said rather cocky.

Another filler chapter! It's still leading up to the story, sorry if this is moving slowly. And finals are over! I broke two of my fingers, so it's kind of hard to type. Again, did not proof-read.