Chapter 1: Origins

{A/N: haha, yeah, that was an Arrow reference in the summary. No regrets. I should update 'the Ghost of a Hero', but I don't think I could live any longer if I didn't do my take on the Chloe/Queen Bee Redemption-Arc. This has been done many times before- but here you go anyways: "A Queen Without a Crown".}

They say that Miraculouses were only for the worthy and maybe they were right. Only the worthy deserved Miraculouses, but that's not how life worked. Sometimes Miraculouses didn't always end up in the right hands, like HawkMoth. But people don't always stay the same.

Chloe Bourgeois was one of these.

Chloe Bourgeois's POV

Look, everything had been perfect until now.

The meager reporters swarmed around me, pushing and shoving each other, shouting at my father who walked behind me. They pushed microphones into our faces that the security guards batted away, bulldozing through them and creating a path for me to the limo. Cameras flashed around, all I could see was the bright lights flickering, and I had to cling to a bodyguard's jacket to be guided. My hand curled tightly around the strap of my large designer bag with my favorite possessions.

"Andre Bourgeois! Mayor Bourgeois!" they cried, "Is it true you lost the long-time battle of custody over your daughter to your former wife?"

I was pissed.

"Chloe Bourgeois, tell me, how do you feel about the divorce?" asked a particularly rude reporter, holding out a recorder to my face.

I snarled, walking around them, still clinging onto the security guard's coat. I screeched, "Uh, Daddy!" I wailed, "Where is Sabrina when you need her?!"

"Not now, my dear," he said, placing his hand on my back gently and pushing me forward quickly.

"-But-!"

The security guard in front of me opened the limo door, holding it open like he should. I quickly ducked inside, Daddy followed after me, and another security guard slammed the door shut. The reporters clammed around the car, pressing their faces against the window. I glared at them, pulling my seat belt across my body. The limo began to move, quickly speeding away from the crowd.

I was really pissed.

"Where are all of my things?!" I shouted.

He smiled wryly at me, you could tell it was forced but I decided to ignore it. "Some of it is in the back of the limo and the movers are taking half of it-"

"-What-?"

"-you can't take all of it, my dear. I'm sorry."

I scoffed, leaning into my seat. I closed my eyes, hands coiling around my handbag, gripping it tightly. My body was trembling, my phone dinged inside my purse. I ignored it.

Three years ago when I was twelve, my mom left and demanded a divorce from my dad. Neither of their attorneys or them would settle for anything aside from what they wanted, the case dragged on for years. And suddenly, my mom won. She had full-custody of me and my father only had visitation rights.

And it wasn't fair.

I haven't seen my mom in three years and she suddenly has the nerve to break into my life?! Uh.

I gritted my teeth, a wave of anger slamming into my chest, my shoulders trembled. I forced myself to look up at the window, scenes of Paris I never cared to look at flew by in a blur.

"Where are we going?" I sneered, turning my head to glare at the mayor. "This isn't anywhere near the wealthy parts of Paris!"

He sighed, "No."

I groaned, sinking into my seat. My phone dinged again. I grabbed it from my bag, turning it on.

Sabrina One missed call

Sabrina One voice mail

Sabrina 52 Messages

I unlocked the phone, quickly recalling her, Sabrina answered. "Where were you?!" I hissed bitterly, Daddy glanced over to me.

"I'm sorry, Chloe!" she squeaked, "I was in the shower and I-"

"Uh," I scowled, examining my nails. They were a daisy yellow color that matched well with my outfit. "Rude! That's all you do, Sabrina!" I snapped, "You're so selfish!"

Dad glanced at me once again. He said nothing.

The limo came to a stop, the driver stepped out of his seat before opening the door for me. I stepped through, gagging at the sight.

It was a small two-story farm house, with white trim and blue exterior. The porch was large, holding rocking chairs, stained glass ornaments hanging from the beams, and wind chimes that sang in the wind. The windows were square with window pots underneath, housing numerous colorful flowers. The house was surrounded by a simple wooden fence. The only thing in sight was green grass and a few other houses in the distance with crops and farm animals. The sky was perfect blue with white clouds dotting it occasionally as the hot and bright sun beat down.

I was suddenly overcome with heat as I stepped out of the cool temperature of the limo. I looked down at my feet, careful to not accidentally step on cow manure and ruin my new shoes.

I scowled, mumbling under my breath. "Ugh, this heat and humidity will ruin my hair!"

The screen door on the front porch of the peasant house swung open, a woman stepped outside. Her eyes widened upon seeing me, her eyes darted between Daddy and I. She rubbed her hands on the dishcloth in her hands, throwing it on her shoulder.

She looked different then I remembered,or maybe I just wasn't used to seeing her like this.

In my memory, she was beautiful, elegant, and wealthy in every sense. Her long blond hair was curled, swept to the side, and falling into luscious curls. Her eyes were covered by gorgeously blue contacts. Her face had little make-up because of her natural beauty, yet she still wore eyeliner, pink blush, and '40s red lipstick. Her smile was dazzling, flashing pearly white teeth at any who looked.

But now she wore jeans, brown boots, and a simple blue blouse. Her blonde hair was cut above her shoulders that fell in slight waves. Her skin was a natural tan, the skin around her eyes was wrinkled from smiling. Her eyes were their natural chestnut brown, and the only sign of makeup was thin lines of eyeliner and pale pink lipstick. She appeared simple, like she had lived a whole life outside of wealth and had no problem with it.

Nice to know she was happy while she was gone.

"Ms. Bourgeois," said the driver, presenting one suitcase. My head snapped to him, my attention ripped away from the woman. He bowed, tipping his chauffeur hat before scrambling off to his seat.

I scowled at the one piece of luggage, glancing to the mayor who stood next to me.

"The rest of your clothes and personal items will arrive later," he promised.

I doubt the tiny little house could hold all of my stuff anyways.

Daddy grabbed my suitcase, holding open the gate door for me to walk through. My hand gripped the handle of my purse as I walked on the cobblestones to the 'house'.

I gagged. I don't belong here. Maybe there is a five star hotel within a mile, because these heels were not designed to walk.

The woman stepped off of the porch, quickly stepping down the steps to meet us.

"Abella," greeted the mayor. He didn't look happy seeing her.

"Andre," she replied in the same tone. Not cold but not greatful either.

"Can we have a minute?"

She wavered, "Yeah." she said, taking the suitcase from his hand. She vanished into the house with my stuff.

"Chloe, my darling," he said, turning to me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and I tried not to swat him away in fear of wrinkling my jacket. "I know this is scary for you-"

-I don't get scared. I'm Ladybug's best friend-

"-and you might not understand what's going on-"

-I'm Chloe Bourgeois. Of course I understand-

"-but I love you, dear." he whispered, eyes gleaming sadly.

His words were passionate and I wasn't sure how to respond.

I forced a smile even though I despised it. I was being forced into a peasantly home. I couldn't bring half of my stuff. This is awful in every way possible- what would Adrien think?!

I curled my lip at the thought.

"Of course, Daddy," I smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Love you."

Love you more than her. I do.

"I'll see you in a few weeks, Chloe," he sighed, smiling one last time.

Why is he smiling?

He walked off, got into the limo with tearful eyes, and left. My chest ached.

Why would you leave me?

I forced myself to turn to the house, crinkling my nose slightly. I walked up the stairs slowly, examining the stained or colored glass as I did so. I stopped at the screen door, unwillingly opening it.

There the woman stood, speechless. Her eyes were wet, her smile was bright and caused the skin around her eyes to wrinkle. "Chloe?"

I breathed out shakily, shoulders trembling. I forced myself to smile- maybe I did or didn't. I wasn't forsureif I was glad to see her, to have her back in my life again. But I also felt hurt that she had left, not even bothering to visit during Christmas.

I felt like my smile was confident and charming, but it was shaky and uneasy. Emotion that didn't belong to me fled into my words. "Mom."

{Wow, this is surprisingly short. Oh, well, it is the first chapter and I plan for future chapters to be longer. Yes, this is a Chloe redemption-arc where she attains the Bee Miraculous because I love redemption-arcs. I've never written them, though, so forgive me. I am drawing some influence from Zuko's (Avatar: the Last Airbender) redemption arc which is probably the smoothest and most realistic character-development that has happened in cartoon history. The story will be taking place in Chloe's POV even though it is annoying to see her current thoughts. Trust me, Chloe will get everything she deserves because of her past actions. I plan to drag this story out in a slow burn, so hopefully I finish it.

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir does not belong to me. I do not own any of the shows, movies, or books that I write about and they rightfully belong to their original owners.

-Book_Worm117
Ellie}