Five thirty on a Saturday evening and Adrien was in a place he didn't want to be and dressed up in a stuffy suit which he hadn't worn in years. He'd had to get a new one for the occasion, his recent trips to the gym bulking him out and causing his old suit jacket to strain.

Adrien hated coming to these fucking things, and you'd think after being out the country for eight years he would have been forgotten by now. Adrien Agreste, ex-supermodel, now a 'who knows what?'

Nobody knew what he did, he'd pretty much managed to leave without a trace, falling off the grid as he left Paris and the appalling life he was living under his fathers wing.

He liked being a nobody, it allowed him to live his life his way!

But low and behold, the first time he's back in Paris in eight years and straight back to the life he thought he'd left behind. Gabriel had gloated, thinking he was the reason Adrien was back, the reason he had to attend this godforsaken gala. The older man had attempted to use emotional blackmail related to his mother, hitting the weak spot Adrien had for the past eight years.

Yes, his mother was alive once more thanks to Ladybug, but it was Gabriel's fault everything had gone down the way it did. He fucking hated his father, the guy could crash and burn for all he cared, but he'd never turn on Emilie, he'd never say no to his mother.

His mother, who was seven months pregnant with his sister.

A sister.

He was 26 years old and was about to become a big brother. He would have laughed, if it was someone else's life. The day he'd found out was the day he decided he would be returning to Paris. His mother was five months pregnant at the time and there was no way he would allow Gabriel to parent his sibling that way he had him.

He'd warned his father, one foot out of place and he would do everything in his power to get his mother and sister away from him, and Gabriel knew not to challenge him. Not to challenge a superhero who'd already taken him down once before.

His father and Lila...both reasons he ran from Paris and his fucked up life there. Her lies had destroyed so much he had to go. He had to get out of here and away from this . He'd pretty much lost contact with everyone, he hadn't even bothered keeping up to date with the news. All he knew was Lila had his father by the balls, and that she would continue to squeeze until she had everything she wanted, including him.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in?" Adrien spun around coming eye to eye with Chloé Bourgeois...a much older and bigger chested Chloé Bourgeois. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her slim waist, pulling her into a hug and greeting for the first time in...

"What has it been?" Adrien asked. "Eight years?"

Chloé laughed, a fake chortle at best, and placed a hand on Adrien's arm. "Yes, my dear, and I must say you look edible in that tuxedo. Tell me? What does a girl need to do to get inside those pants?" Her hand trailed up his arm, coming to rest on his shoulder.

He pushed it away and took a step back into more of a comfortable zone. He didn't want anyone touching him tonight, he was long past allowing people to do whatever they pleased with him.

"Not going to happen, Chlo." He said, a hint of amusement in his voice as she looked at him with an attempt at raising her eyebrow. How much botox had this woman had?

"Your loss then, Adrikins. I won't be waiting around for you forever." Stepping forward she attempted to place a kiss on his cheek, only not realising the change in his height from their school days and landing her lips firmly on his chin. "See you around."

She wiggled her fingers at him as she walked away, melting into the crowd. Reaching up he wiped the sticky gloss stain off his chin, hoping beyond all hopes that it had gone.

"She still doesn't leave you alone then?"

Turning his head, Adrien came face to face with none other than his ex (best) friend. Nino stepped forward, embracing Adrien and giving him a slap on his back. Nino was one of the few who remained in touch with Adrien and the cause of his sudden return. It was Nino that had delivered the message of his mother's 'situation' after running into her at Alya's antenatal appointment a couple of weeks back.

"How are you doing, man?" Adrien smiled at his friend noticing the change in Nino's look. He'd put on a little weight but looked all the better for it. His hair was curly and longer than the last time he'd seen him, but in all he looked well. Really well.

"I'm good, I'm still coming to terms with being a father, you have no idea of everything you need to prepare, it's crazy. How are things with you? You've been rather discrete whilst you've been away. I don't think I've seen one news story about you."

"That was the whole idea," Adrien laughed, finishing off the champagne he was currently holding and placing the now empty glass on a passing waiter's tray.

"You look good though Adrien, are you happy?"

"More than I've ever been in my life." Adrien knew a smug smile was on his face and he couldn't give a shit what anyone thought.

His life was fucking awesome, and even if he didn't want to be back in Paris he was glad to be here, he'd managed to settle back in his home land a lot easier than expected. The time passing had healed a lot of the wounds left from Monarch's take down, however there were still a few scars left over. Scars that he was sure would never heal. He knew Ladybug would agree with him on that one too.

"I can't believe you're back dude, and to make things even better Marinette's back too!"

Adrien raised an eyebrow. "Marinette?" He asked in false shock, "Marinette's back in Paris?"

"Yeah, she arrived this morning. Alya was psyched. You'll be lucky to get any time with her tonight if my wife has anything to do with it?"

"She's coming tonight?" Adrien's acting skills really were on top form tonight. Of course he knew what his Lady was doing.

Nino tapped his elbow into Adrien's, his eyebrows wiggling and most likely misinterpreting Adrien's reactions. "Maybe you can finally get your shot with her?"

"Or in her?" Alya cackled, coming to join the two guys. Adrien placed a hand on her waist as he kissed her cheek in greeting, mindful of her huge swollen stomach.

"Long time no see, Lady Lahiffe." Adrien dropped her a wink causing her to chuckle.

"Alya, I don't think Marinette would appreciate you talking like that?" Nino said, his wife rolling her eyes at him.

"Oh come on, before Adrien went on his eight year hiatus everyone could tell he was ga-ga for my little ravenette." Yes, he was. She was right, but there was no way he would acknowledge that fact, not at the moment anyway.

"Look, look..." Nino smacked Adrien on the shoulder, turning him to face the entrance where his heart almost ran off in an eternal greeting.

Marinette stood in the doorway holding onto the arm of Luka Couffaine.

Of course she was here with Luka, who else did he expect her to be with? She smiled so brightly he thought he'd need to find a pair of sunglasses to stop him from going blind. She was radiant, just as she always was and, kwamis, how he wanted to go over there and grab her, grab her like he owned her.

Her lips were painted a dark kissable plum colour and her eyes were lined perfectly in black. She was everything a cover girl wished to be, and everything he wanted.

He watched her walk towards Juleka and Rose, the two girls screaming in delight when they saw her and he couldn't help smiling at their display of affection. She was dressed in the most simplistic dress, taking a LBD to a whole new level. It was strapless, down to her calf and owned a lengthy slit up one leg. The whole of her breasts dripping in diamonds. She had paired it with killer heels which would only make it easier for him to have his way with her.

Sweet, sophisticated and damn right sexy!

"Let's go say 'Hi', I'm sure she'll be glad to see you."

Alya led Adrien over towards where Marinette was standing; she had remained with Juleka, Rose and Luka, her laughter overpowering any other noise he could hear.

"Marinette, you look incredible." Alya breathed out. Studying the newly curved Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She was all women now, nothing in between.

Adrien watched as Marinette took each of them in. She looked straight to Alya, pulling her in for a hug, one that was eight years in the making, before she repeated the action with Nino.

And then she got to him .

Her perfectly designed lips pulled up into the most exquisite smile he'd ever seen, as she moved forwards and embraced him in a hug, her arms slid around his neck, pulling him close. Her body pressing tightly into his.

Oh yes, those heels would be perfect.

"Adrien, you look so handsome." Her voice was as sweet as ever and he couldn't help but be enchanted by her. Her hands slowly trailed from around his neck, down his pecs and stomach leaving at his waist.

"Thank you. You look incredible too, Marinette. Did you make the dress yourself?" He couldn't stop his eyes from looking over her body. Curves in all the right places, and her gorgeous neck out on display. Fuck, if he was a vampire he'd be sinking his teeth into that wonderfully bared flesh without a second thought to who was around.

"I did, so you like it?" She spun around on the spot, and he could see any guy within a three metre radius had started drooling, himself included.

"How could I not? You look like a goddess." She raised one eyebrow at him, opening her mouth to respond only to be interrupted.

"She does, doesn't she." Luka was smiling at Marinette, his eyes clearly undressing her as they coursed down her body. He took it that Luka hadn't found someone yet, the guy wasn't a cheater and it was clear he was gunning for Marinette.

Marinette giggled, before grabbing a champagne flute of orange juice from a passing tray and taking a quick drink, side eyeing Adrien and making him hot under the collar. The mischievous grin she flicked his way was devious and mesmerising. Her eyes spoke the words her lips couldn't say.

"Adrien, may I steal you please, there's someone who I'd like you to meet?" A heavily pregnant Emilié Agreste had appeared by Adrien's side, placing one hand on his forearm, as her other cupped the growing belly she proudly had on display.

She looked beautiful, just like he remembered her.

"Sure," he turned back to the group, sending his apologies before heading off with his mother, "I'll catch you later." The obvious pout on Marinette's lips at him leaving stirred the neediness in the groin.

They said their goodbyes and Adrien wandered off with Emilié, every now and then glancing back at Marinette, who was laughing and chatting without a care in the world. He would get his chance later, he'd make sure of it.

Thirty minutes later and he was still stuck being introduced to eligible maidens who Emilié thought Adrien would be well suited to. He smiled and nodded, being the best son he could be, not wanting to tell his mother he couldn't give a shit that Tammy had just been voted 'Miss France' or that Lillie was the new face of 'Chanel', the only woman he wanted to see had just made her way out of the ballroom and towards the restrooms.

"I'll be back," Adrien kept his eyes on the doorway as he left the conversation he was currently in the middle of and searched for Marinette.

He watched as she turned corner after corner, heading in the direction of the individual restroom suites.

Walking up to a door that he noticed wasn't locked and he took a chance and entered.

Opening the door he stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him, and flicking the lock, securing her in this room with him.

"I wondered if you'd come." She was looking in the mirror, bending forwards, reapplying her lipstick, making her lips dark and kissable. He couldn't keep his eyes from staring at her ass.

"You knew I would," he walked up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, leaning over her and kissing her shoulder blade, before moving to her neck. He looked into the mirror as he kissed three times moving up before ending with a small bite of her earlobe — just below her earring.

"Kitty wants to play," She said, rubbing her lips together and staring at his gorgeous green's in the reflection of the mirror.

"You've ignored me all night, you know I like attention. What are we doing here anyway?"

"Having some fun, it's been a while." Her words were a spark to his groin, inflating his erection and causing him to rub himself against her ass.

"You're a fucking tease, do you know that Bugaboo?" He licked the edge of her ear, before placing a kiss against her plain black earring and changing to the other side.

"You on about Luka? What can I say? He was happy to see me, and I took the opportunity to send you crazy."

She reached down for his hands on her hips and raised them to cup her breasts, helping Adrien slip the top of her dress down and revealing her bare breasts to the world. She watched in the mirror as Adrien massaged them, rubbing her increasingly hardening nipples between his fingers, his lips taking her neck hostage once more.

"God, you're gorgeous."

She let out a moan, her nipples more sensitive than usual, and the feeling of his hands on her adding to the tightening in her lower stomach. She closed her eyes, letting her head droop back against him, neck exposed as he continued to caress her tender skin.

"Look in the mirror, sweetheart."

Marinette looked forward, and found the view arousing. Adrien was assaulting her neck at the same time as groping her to within an inch of her climax. Fuck! One touch down there and she'd be gone.

"Show me~"

He didn't need any more encouragement, those words were enough. He spun her around and placed his lips against hers, pulling her body into his, his fingers squeezing and moulding her ass.

He rubbed his hard erection into her sex, startling a moan from her throat as they continued to make out. His tongue dragging across the seal of her lips, begging for entrance to taste more.

He needed more.

She willingly pulled him closer, grabbing a hold of his neck and pressing into him with all her might. Fuck, she was a Goddess, one he couldn't get enough of.

Trailing a hand along her thigh, he searched for the slit that would allow him entrance to her heat, to the slick arousal he was sure would be waiting there coating her expensive lace panties, ones that he'd bought her mere months ago. Her kiss was evidence of how aroused she was becoming turned on through their deep, hot kisses.

"You're amazing," he whispered, trying to get words out between each attack on his mouth, and he meant every word of it. Every single word that put Marinette Dupain-Cheng onto a pedestal was factual. She tried to tell him that she didn't deserve that, that she was flawed and normal but he didn't believe a word of it, to him she was perfect.

She was smart, sexy and, damn right, fuckable.

Reaching the slit in her skirt, he found what he'd been searching for. The extreme dampness of Marinette's tiny panties.

"Fuck, you're wet," he said. Stroking his fingers along the crotch of her underwear. The soaked fabric doing nothing for his now painful erection.

"Only for you," her words were husky, full of sex and lust and he wanted more. He wanted all of her.

The tone of her sex induced voice inspired him on, moving her panties to one side and touching along her lower lips - rubbing backwards and forwards making her voice quiver in anticipation.

"Adrien, please~"

Her begging tone was every man's fantasy. She wanted him and he wanted to make sure she never forgot him, that this moment is one she'd play over and over again.

"Hummm," he said, "I love it when you beg."

"Adrien," her voice came out as a warning which suddenly turned into a long dragged out moan as his thumb found her clit, rubbing and teasing as her fingers dug into his shoulders.

"You like that, Bugaboo? How about this?" Adrien parted her lower lips with two of his fingers before thrusting a third into her hot, wet sex. Pushing them in to their hilt and finger fucking her with practised ease. She was so soft inside and with a slight curl he knew he could make her scream. Taking the chance, he curled his fingers inside her, her lips clamping down on his neck and teeth digging in a sure sign that she liked it.

Her hips began to move against his thumb, rubbing herself to find pleasure and guiding herself towards an impending climax. He couldn't have that though. He was in charge. Pulling his hand away, he placed his fingers into his mouth, licking off the coating of her slick before going for more.

"Take your panties off and lift your dress." He commanded, watching as Marinette obeyed without any hesitation.

Pulling her tight skirt up to her waist it now sat as nothing more than an expensive fabric belt, her breasts and panties on full display.

His eyes bore into hers as she smirked and lowered her 'barely there' thong down her legs, keeping eye contact with him at all times. Stepping out with her left foot, she used her right to flick her underwear up towards Adrien's face. He snatched it midair and placed it in his pocket.

"What's your next move, DC?" She asked, egging him on.

His grin widened as he continued his mission to get them both off. He knew he was on a time limit but he still wanted to enjoy every second, making sure she enjoyed it too.

Taking off his suit jacket, he rolled up the lower part of his sleeves, ending them just below his elbows. He knew she'd appreciate it. Her pupils dilated with arousal as she dragged her fingertips over the beginning of his tattoo, a tattoo of a red rose — the prominent feature of the inside of his forearm, a tattoo that represented her.

Lowering her head, she placed her lips against it, brushing off the petals of the rose with small short licks of her tongue, mixing her own scent with his Marinette hummed at the taste.

Revealing more of her tongue, she brushed over the rest of the tattoo. The tattoo she always claimed was the 'sexiest' she'd ever seen, before he grabbed her face and moved it to look at him. Her lips were already swollen from the kisses he'd given her but it wasn't enough. He wanted to brand her, to claim her.

He delicately brushed her lips with his own before moving down onto his knees and coming face to face with her neatly trimmed sex.

"Beautiful," he muttered, dragging his fingertips up the back of her legs before cupping her ass and pulling her body towards him.

Marinette's hands went straight for his head, fingers threading through his now shorter blonde hair. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting her lower lidded ones keeping his eye contact with her as he took his first long lick.

"Fuck, Adrien!"

Her hands tightened in his hair, pulling him into her body and allowing for his tongue to go deeper. He nipped and licked, controlling his movements to go alongside her moans and pleas. She was on the edge and he was loving it.

"Please, Adrien, please."

He could hear the pleading in her voice, the sound of want and need. She wanted to come, and she needed to. His cock stood slightly more to attention, wanting nothing more than to be buried deeply into her beautiful sex.

She tasted devine. A sweet yet salty taste, one he knew he was addicted to, one he knew he already craved and wanted. The perfect combination of woman arousal and Marinette.

Sliding one hand down her thigh, he took her knee and moved it to position over his shoulder, his fingers returning to enter inside her as he clamped his lips over her clit.

"Oh, God, Adrien."

How he loved hearing his name leave her lips! There wasn't a sound more thrilling and sexual. Nothing more rewarding than the woman you're eating out screaming for you as you build her to climax, edging her closer and closer to the top of the peak, wanting nothing more than to make her explode.

Her hips began to move again. Grinding against his fingers and mouth, wanting to give in, to give him the satisfaction of a job well done.

"I'm cuming!" She moaned, her voice deep with desire. "Kitty, I'm going to - arrggghhhh!"

Her body trembled against his mouth as he sucked harder and dug deeper, continuing going and going until she'd cum all over his face. He looked up to her, noticing her eyes had closed, her mouth hanging open and the painful pull on his head from her clutch on his hair.

Fuck, he loved seeing her like this! Completely vulnerable and at his mercy.

He lowered her leg before wiping his face with the palm of his hand and moving to undo his belt. She was still coming down from her high, hands letting go of his hair to clutch the surface and allow him to stand up.

The sound of his belt hitting against the floor signalled her eyes to open. She stretched out, pulling his tie from his waistcoat and yanking him in towards her. Her tongue wasted no time as it dipped into his mouth, playing around as much as possible as he pushed down his boxers, leaving his clothing hanging around his ankles.

Grabbing her ass again and keeping his mouth firmly on hers, he lifted her up and settled her on the countertop, wetness still oozing from her as her orgasm finally came to a close.

Lining himself up, he slammed into her. Needing to take her hard and fast, his own erection became increasingly painful as it tightened and engorged. He stretched her, making her mould around his cock.

"Oh God yeah," he said, breaking the kiss and moving his lips down to her nipples. Flicking his tongue over one sensitive peak before repeating with the other. "You feel so good, Marinette."

He continued to thrust into her, his mouth assaulting her pebbled nipples, making out with one before moving to the other, her legs crossing around his back and hooking together in a tight lock. Her heels digging into the back of his thighs in the most delicious way.

"Harder," Marinette begged. Placing one hand on the back of his head as the other fell behind her back, supporting her as he thrusted hard and fast in her hot begging pussy. "You're so good to me." Her voice was one of encouragement, giving him that validation he always craved.

He fucked her on the counter harder, his hips hitting her own as he went deeper and deeper. He was quite sure he was made to be her perfect fit, because this was everything.

"I'm gonna cum, shit, M'Lady."

"Inside me Chaton, fill me up."

He groaned her name as he let his release flow freely inside her, filling her up with ribbon after ribbon of his cum. The only woman to ever experience it, and the only woman who ever would.

His head collapsed onto Marinette's shoulder, cock remaining inside her as they both continued to twitch from their climaxes.

He forgot the fun and thrill of a quickie, especially when all their friends...sorry acquaintances we're only a few feet away. God, it was tiring trying to be nice. He'd needed this. He'd needed her .

Adrien pulled out of Marinette slowly, grabbing some tissue from the box on the counter to help her clean up. He used a couple tissues on himself before pulling up his bottoms and readjusting his now flaccid dick into a more comfortable position.

"You were right," Adrien said, a muffled 'huh' sounding from a spent Marinette. Her body actions screamed she just wanted to go home and sleep. A job well done if he did say so himself.

"You know your whole 'pretend we haven't seen each other in years' game." She laughed, sliding off the counter onto unsteady legs. She grabbed a hold of him as his arms securely wrapped around her waist. A move he'd perfected over their years being partners. She tilted her head, pressing a kiss to his lips, whilst looping her hands around his waist and squeezing his ass.

"I told you 'Modern Family' was inspirational. Perhaps now you'll start believing me," she giggled and his heart exploded.

"I never disagreed," he said, guiding her to the toilet stall so she could flush away the tissue.

"You never agreed either."

He bent down and placed another kiss on her lips, grabbing her hips and pulling her towards his already hardening length.

"Down boy," she laughed, "I don't think I can go a third time yet."

He pulled his head away and raised his eyebrows, "yet?"

"Ask me later, but for now I need to clean myself up and you need to get back to the gala. You can keep the panties I have spare in my bag. I'll meet you there once I've met up with my parents." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, strong and deep, stopping before it became anything more wild.

"So about later?" he trailed off, looking hopeful at her.

"You'll just have to wait and see, Kitty." She bopped him on the nose, before turning him, and unlocking the door. She checked her watch, his gaze following her gaze to the time, they had five minutes until she needed to meet her parents in the foyer.

It was time to put on a show.

"I know what else is in that bag, Bug, and it would be nice if you'd put them on."

Rolling her eyes she pushed him out the restroom and back to the overcrowded gala.

As soon as he arrived back in the ballroom, he wanted to just turn around and walk back out. Maybe even transform and run back to the hotel he was staying in and curl up for the night, because in front of him stood Lila Rossi.

The Lila Rossi who he hadn't seen or wanted to see in the last eight years.

The Lila Rossi who now had her own fucking talk show and a bunch of camera's surrounding her. Oh this wouldn't do. She wasn't meant to be here.

She hadn't spotted him yet. She was too busy explaining to someone how she was hopefully going to rekindle with her old flame now he was back in Paris. He shivered, praying that she wasn't referring to him . His afterglow suddenly fell away as the feeling of rage replaced it.

"Oh Adrien, you're here!" She turned and spotted him, suddenly making her way over with his pregnant mother by her side. Now, that was a step too far.

"Adrien, sweetheart, you never told me about the relationship you had with this darling girl, and I can't believe you've come all the way back to Paris to try and win her heart again."

Win her heart? Unfortunately, the Tin Man (or in this case woman) didn't have a heart.

"I'm not here for Lila, Mother. I'm here to look after you and my sibling."

"Oh Adrien, you don't need to hide it anymore. Everyone knows and I'm completely on board with it, your father is too."

Sure he is, Adrien thought, knowing better than to voice his opinions out loud, especially when there were camera crews nearby.

"You're old now, Adrien. It's time to stop with this playboy attitude and settle down."

Playboy attitude? What the fuck? He opened his mouth to speak. Completely confused by where this conversation was going when a soft voice spoke at his side.

"Adrien?" Marinette looked between him and Lila, a small addition at her side.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, it's been a while. Adrien was just about to explain about his girlfriends."

"Ha," Adrien laughed, "I don't have girlfriends. I've only had one girlfriend my entire life. She's all I've ever wanted and all I've ever needed."

"But the stories?" his mother asked, Marinette scoffing this time.

"I haven't been in the press for eight years, any kiss and tell stories were either faked for money, or Gabriel's idea of a publicity stunt."

The room around them went silent but he wasn't finished yet.

"You see, who needs girlfriends when you have a wife." He lifted Marinette's hand and placed a kiss to the diamond ring and plain band now sitting snugly on her left hand. Almost like they had lived there a while.

Suddenly everyone around them gasped, question after question thrown at them as Gabriel attempted to get closer, only to be pushed out the way by Alya and Nino.

"You? You're - what?"

Marinette smiled, as Adrien picked up the small child standing next to her and wrapped an arm around his wife's waist. He loved this woman with his whole being.

"Married," Marinette responded, "for six years."

"And this is our daughter, Emma. She wanted to get dressed up with Maman and Papa so Tom and Sabine dropped her here for a short time, she wanted to meet her grandmother." Adrien looked as though he was King of the world. The look of sheer love and pride oozed out of him as he connected with his wife and five year old daughter. His daughter who was currently hiding her face into his chest and dressed like a Disney Princess. Adrien watched as his mothers face transformed, a look of adoration taking over her face.

"Is this why you didn't attend our wedding?" Alya asked, completely flattened by the announcement, and slightly annoyed. Why hadn't Marinette said anything?

"That and other things," Marinette said with a giggle, looking up to her husband's amused face.

"Anyone heard of 'House of M'?" Adrien said, looking directly into the cameras.

"Of course, that's Lila's company." Alya said, moving forward towards her friends, well who she used to think were her friends.

"Yes, the 'House of Modern Fashion' they've made our stage outfits for the past five years, what about it? Lila's an amazing designer." Rose stepped forward, Juleka and Luka in tow behind her.

"Shit! It's not Lila's company is it?" Luka placed a hand on Rose's shoulder, his awestruck expression gliding over the couple in front of him.

"We always knew he was the smartest," Adrien said, looking over at Marinette, before handing over Emma.

"You mean?" Alya questioned.

"Ladies and Gentleman," Adrien announced. "Thank you for attending tonight's gala." His voice was loud, carrying across the hall. "Tonight is a special occasion, for tonight we announce the new ownership of 'Gabriel' ."

Marinette stood alongside her husband, a proud smile on her face and daughter in her arms.

"It seems 'Gabriel' fashion will now be trading as a branch of 'House of M' with Adrien as the COO of the brand," Marinette explained. Gabriel stormed forward only to be stopped by the Gorilla's arm, it seemed the man had retained his loyalty to the younger Agreste. Marinette continued to speak. "I will be taking more of a backseat over the next couple of months as we welcome our second child, but I would like to guarantee the investors that the only way from now is up."

Suddenly the room was filled with police and security, Lila trying her hardest to blend in with the crowd.

"We also have it under good authority that Lila Rossi has been making false claims against our company," the joy sparkling in Adrien's eyes as he spoke wasn't to be ignored. He'd been waiting for this for years. 'The liar' finally being taken down after years of torment.

"I haven't done anything," she screamed, her cameras still filming every moment, "it was him!" She pointed at Gabriel who was holding onto Emilié with all his might.

"Now, don't let this darken your night," Marinette announced to the room.

"The next round is on the house." Adrien finished, turning to his wife and placing his lips to her forehead.

"What is the meaning of this?" Gabriel marched forwards making sure Adrien and Marinette could see the metaphorical steam shooting from his ears.

"You've lost, father , it's game over."

"Bye bye little butterfly." Marinette smiled, raising one of her eyebrows before walking away.

They were back in Paris and it was time for vengeance.