It had been two days since they'd returned from the bachelor/bachelorette weekend. The journey home had been interesting, to say the least. Marinette couldn't talk to Adrien, her head was going through the typical 'brain in the washing machine' routine and she was confused. She just didn't know where she stood. So instead of doing the grown-up thing and facing it straight on, she decided to sit in the back of his car and sew. She continued to sew for the entire nine-hour trip home, limiting conversation with Adrien. Luckily, he had just seemed to think she was concentrating.

She couldn't blame Adrien. He had been nothing but perfect. The words though. Those words that he said just played and played and played on her mind. She could not escape them. Matters were only made worse by pictures appearing of Adrien with other girls within the club they had gone to. He had done nothing wrong though. Each picture posted of himself and a girl always stated how lucky Marinette was to have such a loving caring guy. One girl even went as far as posting that he bored her to tears with stories about Marinette. He adored her, she knew he did, so why was it playing so much on her mind.

Simple, the university gala was this weekend, meaning one part of their deal would be complete. One part of their two part deal and then ... she didn't know. She'd lost her control and that scared her more than anything.

She let out a sigh as she looked through her pictures from the weekend again. She'd had an amazing time and that was thanks to Adrien. To her fake? No ... real boyfriend? The confusion took over again and she slammed her phone down on the desk, continuing with the dress she was working on for the gala.

As Marinette pushed the fragile fabric through the sewing machine she lost concentration, before she knew it her hand slipped and the material was shooting across the table.

"Crap!" She dived forward to save it and pull it back towards her. She needed to get a grasp on her thoughts and feelings. The gala was this weekend, followed by the Paris Fashion Show, and then Alya and Nino's wedding. Would she be going alone to the wedding? Who knew? But she knew she would give anything to be on the arm of the best man, of her best man. Why couldn't she believe that this guy liked her for her? For her quirks and her faults? For her friendliness and caring attitude?

Pulling the dress back and cutting the thread she looked over the disaster she had just caused.

"Great! Great! Great! Great!" She cursed herself as she began to unpick the seam on her dress.

"Marinette, you're making a mess! Get your head in the game and sort yourself out!" Huffing a breath she continued down the stitches, delicately pulling each one out of the fabric, freeing the material from the disaster she'd caused with her machine.

She was quite sure the dress was ruined. The material she had decided on didn't allow for mistakes. It didn't allow for Marinette to pull her usual 'Marinette' and have her clumsiness jump into her creating. She stretched out the fabric looking for blemishes, pulls or any other problems only to find it was all perfectly intact.

"Thank you." She looked up into the sky and bought the fabric into her chest, thanking whoever was looking over her for giving her a little bit of good luck. She began to stitch again, this time down the correct lines, as the doorbell rang.

Marinette looked at the door to the room puzzled, she hoped it would give her an answer to who was at the front door. That answer never arrived. Sighing, she stood up and made her way to the door only to be completely shocked by those standing outside the door.

"Hi." She whispered to the five pairs of eyes staring back at her.

Looking outside at those standing on her porch she knew something was going on. Her mother, father, Alya, Nino and even Adrien, stood staring back at her. Waiting for an invitation to enter.

"W-w-what you all doing here?" Marinette cupped her hands together and placed them in front of her stomach. Had she forgotten something? Had she invited them all over? She was seriously confused.

"Can you let us in please sweetheart?" Sabine was the first to speak. Marinette quickly looked between all the faces looking back at her before nodding and directing them into the lounge area of her house. Adrien was last to walk in, and he made sure to hold back whilst Marinette was closing her door. Each face passed her with an expression similar to that of a funeral party.

"Adrien?" Marinette spoke quietly. She reached out and placed her small hand on his forearm, stopping him from joining the others.

His head turned to face her. His eyes conveying such sorrow she thought he was going to breakdown in her arms. He stepped towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist. This was their first interaction since they'd arrived back in Paris, and she had to admit she'd missed it. She'd missed him a lot. In the past month, he'd become so fixed in her daily routine she never wanted to be apart from him.

"Mari, just know I'm here for you, and whatever happens I'm sticking with you, fully devoted. I promised you that." As she snuggled into his arms he placed his lips to her head. Comforting her the best he knew how. She had no idea why he was reacting like the bearer of bad news.

"Adrien? What is happening?"

He pulled away and looked down at her beautiful porcelain skin. He thought it was a crime how beautiful she looked. Suddenly, there was another knock at the door. Adrien stepped away and made to open it. He knew who it was going to be. He'd invited her here. They needed a team, and he knew she was the perfect person to have in this situation.

Adrien kept his eyes on Marinette as he opened the door allowing the woman to step inside.

She was dressed in the most perfect navy pencil skirt and suit jacket, with a cream shirt underneath. Her kitten heels added to her already healthy height and her golden hair fell down over one shoulder in a wonderfully neat braid.

"Hi, Mother." Adrien greeted the lady with a kiss on either cheek. After everything that had happened in the last couple of hours, Emilie was the only person Adrien could think of to call. He prayed she had an idea of how they were going to get out of the mess they were in.

"Marinette." Emilie walked over to Marinette and scooped her into a hug. Now Marinette was more confused. Why was she here? What the hell was going on?

"What the hell is going on?" Marinette announced, sounding her thoughts to those around her.

Adrien sighed and then looked between his mother and Marinette.

"Can we have a moment please?" Emilie nodded and Adrien directed her to the lounge as Marinette remained planted on the spot, arms crossed defensively across her chest.

"Mari, can we go somewhere private?"

She nodded and led him towards her bedroom. Stepping in first, she went and sat on the edge of her bed. Adrien soon followed and closed the door behind them. He began to rub the back of his neck as he paced across her room.

"Just spit it out, Adrien."

"There are photographs from the weekend that have been sold online, along with a story."

Marinette began to think about what they might be. Adrien was still pacing and it was doing nothing to help her think.

"Will you stop that!" Her voice was harsh, but she didn't care. He'd been there five minutes and he had already driven her crazy.

"Sorry." He stopped and sat next to her, pulling out his phone and handing it over. She could feel the tension radiating off him and it was making her anxious.

Agreste back at it with his ex-lovers

Everyone knew ex-Olympian playboy Adrien Agreste wouldn't stay faithful to his new designer girlfriend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng for too long. We would have placed bets on it!

After only one month in a relationship with the up and coming designer, it seems Agreste is back to his old ways with lycée sweetheart, Lila Rossi. On a recent bachelor weekend, Agreste was pictured up close and personal with the model in a club as the boys partied separately to the girls. Miss Rossi is the female face of 'Gabriel', the company owned by Agreste's father, and fellow club goers told how the pair couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Many onlookers mentioned seeing a rift between Agreste and Dupain-Cheng as they lazed around the pool area of the five-star luxury hotel in Monaco. Our sources have described their relationship as 'strained' and 'distant', and uncomfortable to watch.

Instagram posts from both Agreste and Dupain-Cheng would make anyone believe their fairytale love is one to rival a Disney classic, yet Rossi has commented that it is 'fake' and mainly to help Marinette's Miraculous Design Label improve its popularity, especially with the new 'Gabriel' ranges about to be released at Paris Fashion week.

Neither Agreste or Dupain-Cheng have been willing to comment, and with Paris' favourite fashion event only a week away the question is will we see the couple together, or will Agreste return to hiding?

Luka Couffaine, Rossi's ex-boyfriend, posted a statement on his Instagram documenting the heartbreak both Agreste and Rossi have caused him.

"She is an extraordinary girl, clear as a music note, sincere as melody, and the song that I've been hearing ever since we first met. Agreste took my first love, and now he's taken my second. My heart cannot take much more."

Couffaine, the lead guitarist of the internationally successful band Kitty Section, has kept it no secret that his love has always been for the young designer. He suffered anxiety and depression from their first break up, only to find she was then seeing her childhood bully and his continuous love rival.

Couffaine told us how Agreste had left Dupain-Cheng to be stabbed when they were only 16 years old, causing her prolonged internal issues.

"Adrien never cared. He's always seen her as conquest and now he has had what he wanted she'll be thrown out with the other ex-lovers."

There have also been reports of him getting cosy with ex-girlfriend and recently announced bisexual, Kagami Tsurugi. Onlookers have mentioned the two of them on Agreste's balcony experimenting with sexual play before heading into his room for the remainder of the evening.

It seems the Adrienette ship has sank, and we are yet to confirm whether Dupain-Chen's will have the will power to show her face at fashion week.

Marinette handed the phone back to Adrien. She sat in silence thinking over everything she's just read, piecing it together and looking for anything true. That didn't take to long. The stabbing was true. The one moment in her life she'd tried to hide from everyone had been revealed. It made sense why Emilie was here now, she knew more than her friends and even her family.

Blood was pounding in her ears. She could feel Adrien gesturing next to her but she couldn't hear a word he was saying, she wasn't sure if she wanted to hear.

"Just stop Adrien! I can't ..." she joined her fingers together before placing them in her lap. She kept her eyes firmly planted on them. Taking a deep breath, she did the only thing she could to protect herself.

"I can't do this anymore, Adrien."

He shifted down in front of her. Kneeling on the carpet between her legs.

"Princess? What do you mean? You said we'd get through everything together."

"It's too much Adrien, there's so much going on. I need ... I need a break."

"A break?" He echoed, only to be met by her nod.

"Yes, a break."

"From what?" He placed his hand under her chin to lift her gaze to his.

"From you." She heard him suck in a breath.

"Marinette, please. You told me we were in this together. You promised we'd talk about issues and sort them out. Why are you running away?"

"Adrien, you have no idea how hard this is." Marinette spoke with her broken voice.

"I don't know how hard? Marinette it's happening to me too. You don't think it hurts me to read those lies knowing they're out to destroy us ... to hurt you. I would give anything to make it right which is why everyone is here today. We're all here to come up with a plan. To try and fix this." Adrien grabbed hold of her hands, his eyes begging for her to think sensibly about this. To trust in him. To trust in them.

"This is going to destroy your chance of getting your job, Adrien. It would be better for us to just say we'd already split up and just acted together for the sake of our friends. It's not fair for you to look like the bad guy." Adrien stared gobsmacked. His face was the vision of a fish. Mouth open, closed, open, closed.

"Fuck the job, Marinette, at the moment I only give a shit about us. About sorting this out." Adrien stood up, crossing his arms over his chest.

"That's not what you said Sunday. You know, not tarnishing the family-friendly view we were portraying."

"I don't understand."

"You made it pretty clear on Sunday before you guys went out. You wouldn't do anything to ruin the persona we'd created, after all you need to get the job to rub it in your fathers face." Marinette stood and mirrored Adrien's stance.

They stared at each other. She could see his chest rising and falling at a heavy pace. She'd pushed it too far. She shouldn't have said that, especially knowing what an asshole Gabriel actually is.

"So where does this leave us?" He spoke first. Breaking the first awkward silence they'd had since he'd crawled out of his cave.

"We'll stick to the original plan." She was blunt with her reply to him. She was as mad at herself as what she was him. He nodded in agreement, knowing that at the moment there was nothing he could do.

"Everyone will be waiting." He turned from her and walked out of her doorway.

She wanted to break down and cry. Marinette wanted to hide away and never come out. The new article did nothing but prove she was out of her depth when it came to Adrien Agreste. She didn't belong with him. They were from different worlds. Calming her nerves she walked out the door and into the lounge knowing this night wasn't going to be easy. Not in the slightest.

Three hours later everyone was leaving and plans had been set, mainly with the help of Emilie. She was going to be fundamental at the fashion show, and with Alya by her side reporting everything, they all knew Marinette would be protected. Adrien remained quiet keeping his eyes firmly placed on the girl he never wanted to be apart from, the girl who had made it clear she wanted a break from him ... after only a month. He really was screwed up. Gabriel was right, he was good for nothing.

He was the last one to exit the house. He walked towards her, yet she refrained from giving him any sort of eye contact.

"So I'll pick you up on Friday. Seven o'clock?"

"Yeah sure." She still wouldn't look at him. His heart was slowly breaking and he'd never felt so lost.

"I'll see you then." He lent down and dropped a soft gentle kiss to her cheek. With one last look at the girl who had changed him he left her house.

Two young adults cried themselves to sleep that night. Thinking and hoping about what their future might bring.