So, there have been several questions that have gone unanswered and the epilogue had all its lights on Marinette like it should but throughout the book I've failed to mention a few details like a lot of aftermath and how our favourite girl got her justice against her enemies.

Well here I am with a bonus chapter with what I hope will satisfy all your needs :)

!!Warning!! This chapter may include subjects and terms that may be worrying for sensitive readers so beware before reading ahead however, they aren't even as bad as the rest of the book so I think you'll be fine but otherwise please do enjoy this very long chapter!!!!

Alya Cesaire unscrewed the cap of her paper coffee cup and took a quick look inside before tossing it away in the nearest bin once finding she had finished the caffeinated liquid. The brunette let out a harsh sigh as she shook her long locks which she had dyed the ends a deep red which replaced the orange she once had back in high school.

She sat in a white tank top and denim shorts, a purple and grey flannel wrapped around her waist, it had been a quick pick and super last minute but she couldn't really care any less about her appearance when she had much more important things to think about. Her round black glasses sat on her nose and her prescription had gotten much worse over the years but there wasn't much she could do to change about that and she had been wearing the spectacles for such a long time that they no longer bothered her.

She sat on a bench in a park which was a thirty minute walk from her house, it wasn't too far considering she would walk past here every morning to get to work and would past it on the way back too. Alya worked two jobs, one as a waitress at her mothers high class restaurant and the other was as a clerk at the supermarket a block away from her apartment.

She had moved out of her parents apartment around one and a half years ago and shared it with one of work buddies from the supermarket and the two of them all shared rent which they could all together afford.

The apartment was just an average flat with a nice interior, two bedrooms, a bathroom and a small kitchen and living room; they were happy with the arrangement despite the apartment block being in one of the poorer parts of Paris.

The supermarket was in the same area but it was busy quite often and when Alya was working there she was always busy doing something. However, the restaurant her mother made when she left her head chef position at the Grand Paris Hotel was in the more well off parts of Paris, it was in an area where a lot of tourists would come along with some celebrities due to its many recommendations.

With no more magical maniac terrorising the city, people were exposed to what was happening and initially they were shocked but more people definitely started visiting more often whether they were famous in status or not.

The Parisian citizens were able to live in peace once the evil that once infected their streets had been demolished and their emotions ran as wild as they could without there being any consequences, all of Paris was over the moon with their living conditions but they would never forget the trauma they all had to go through. It's also why a lot of them started and some still are going to therapy for it.

The park Alya had been sitting in was a place she didn't go in a lot because she only ever came to this area for work but when she did it would be on her day offs and with her very few friends she still had.

The Martiniquan Creole-French had nothing better to do today and had only been sitting on the wooden park bench for five minutes before she noticed something in the corner of her eyes.

The scene had taken all the breath out of her lungs and she immediately stood from her sitting position, pulling her hand purse in a tight grip due to the sheer amount of shock. Alya stared and her mouth went completely dry ignoring the fact she had just finished her coffee not even two minutes ago.

"Mama, I didn't do anything wrong! I was tricked!"

"It's not fair!"

"Prison?!"

"I lost my boyfriend all because of her!"

"Oh God, that's going to take forever to pay"

"What have I done?!"

*****

Adrien Agreste scrolled through his phone as he sat at his desk with papers scattered all over with small prints asking for different things at different times. He had so much people to answer back to and including all the emails he had to reply back to only added to the pile of work he needed to complete.

He felt so stressed despite it only being lunch so he decided to take a break which was literally him sitting on his phone as he finished eating what would be classified as his breakfast if he wasn't eating during the lunch rush since he had missed out eating when he woke up.

He sat in his spinney chair in an ivory coloured short sleeved shirt with casual denim jeans, his glasses sat on the top of his blonde hair as he took a break from his paperwork. At one point, he found out he needed reading glasses and he didn't mind too much but too scared of being judged by the spectacles he wore he never took them outside of the house.

Well, by house its actually meant to be apartment. The Agreste had bought his own apartment from his savings that he never knew he had till he was seventeen and moved out of the mansion he grew up in that had now been demolished and made into an activities centre for a wide age range of kids and sometimes even adults. His flat wasn't too bad and he liked the fact that he could act and do everything on his own freewill without his every move being orchestrated by his father.

Adrien worked as a personal assistant to a French celebrity who upon finding out that the youngest Agreste no longer held his model status and career hired him upon sympathy and later on finding his strong points in organization and finance.

With finding out that his father was the man who he fought for three years when he was Chat Noir, he was shocked and ashamed but most of all he couldn't comprehend to what lengths he went to trying to revive his mother who was labelled dead to the public when all along she was in a 'comatose state' in their fucking basement.

It turned out that she really was dead but Gabriel had been totally oblivious to that fact and because of his delusion, it caused him to co crazy and cause a long period of terror all among Paris.

Everyone's secrets had been outed by Ladybug and the Justice League, who Adrien had no idea how they found out about Paris' situation or how Ladybug was even able to communicate with them but she worked her magic somehow and in such a positive way that Paris was freed from Hawkmoths reign or terror.

By everyone's secrets, it also included everything that went on inside Francois Dupont and no one took the uncovered secrets well. Mr Damocles had been fired and stripped of his teaching certificate along with Miss Bustier, both replaced by better and more caring teachers- Mr Damocles being replaced by Ms Mendeleev and a brand new teacher taking over Miss Bustier.

No one knew where the two teachers were currently but rumour has it that Bustier had gotten pregnant and Mr Damocles is apparently in intensive care for a reason that's unknown.

Adrien hadn't been doing much on his phone besides scrolling on social media and seeing what was new with different celebrities, every now and then checking the time so he could finally have his lunch break besides already taking a small break of his own. His thumb suddenly stopped upon finding a new picture and read the caption and inspected it alike to how he did it with all the previous pictures he came across.

His eyes suddenly went wide after a minute of looking at the picture and its caption, he looked in the caption for the location of where it was taken at and before he knew it, he pushed his wheeled chair back and stood before making a dash for the door and outside his apartment. As he walked down the apartment corridor to the elevator he couldn't help but stare intensely back at the picture and feel a large lump in his throat.

"Nathalie! What the actual heck happened to you?!"

"He's- I'm sorry but he's being doing all of this all along?!"

"I don't think I can handle this"

"God, I'm actually so messed up"

"No! It's all her fault why is the blame being put on me for?!!"

"What have I done?!"

*****

Nino Lahiffe leaned against the building wall as he looked at the scene in front of him, it was the definition of organised chaos but it wasn't nothing new to him, by now he had been so used to it that he no longer was fazed whenever he came.

The Moroccan-French stood in a white button up shirt with dark blue jeans that he had put on after not finding his formal pants comfortable, and frankly no one really minded the random yet expected outfit change since it still worked with what they wanted. He had removed his classic cap and headphones which had obviously changed from when he was in High School but they were still a Nino Lahiffe staple.

Nino still lived in Paris and had an apartment of his own despite still wanting to live with his parents and brother but life had its ways and he ended up moving out, which no one minded and frankly were glad that despite his age, was being more independent.

He lived alone and he quite liked it like that but every now and then one of his parents would pop around to say hello and most weekends Chris would come over and stay before going back to school Monday morning, Nino welcomed in his family and was happy with how much his relationship had improved with his family ever since college.

Nino had fulfilled his dreams of becoming a DJ and had even gotten his own fair share in the directing world which he enjoyed very much. Being a DJ was more of a part time job or a hobby while being a director was more demanding and a little more his speed but nonetheless, he enjoyed his jobs and the pay check was quite hefty.

He had tried dating a few times here and there but not every woman he met was his type. He had long gotten over Alya and was doing much more better without her and the ones around him could very visibly see that.

Just over a year ago, he had met this woman who had accidentally spilled her morning coffee on him and swore she would pay for the damages she had done to his clothes. She had kept her promise and Nino had somehow took his chance and asked her out, to which she had no hesitation but to accept.

And ever since then, the two had been happily seeing each other for two years now and it couldn't be better.

They had been taking it slow but neither of them minded and preferred the route they took. Melodie was a British girl with blonde hair reaching beyond her waist and it shimmered in the light if he looked closely, her signature thing was a a low braid and a side fringe which she had never gotten rid of since she loved it so much.

Her aesthetic was lilac and white which suited her quite a lot and her blue eyes stood out which he adored. Her middle name was Allegra and what she told a lot of people was her real name but that always depended on who she was speaking to, Nino called her both names.

As Nino inspected the scene from afar, his eyes locked onto a few certain people in the centre of the chaos and a bunch of memories washed over him. No matter how often he was surrounded by his friends and family, he couldn't help but cherish every moment they spent together because it was inevitable if they were to lose anything or anyone- a lesson they had learned quite some time ago.

With his hands in his pants pocket his eyes locked with his favourite blue and a small smile appeared on his face before it was suddenly wiped off as soon as he noticed who had arrived.

Something had happened to his breathing for a single second before he stopped leaning on the building wall and stood straight, his hands remaining in his pockets as he located his phone and clutched onto it. The person who he had been looking at noticed his distress and followed his line of sight and she too had been gobsmacked.

"Oh my, this is just all so messed up."

"Allegra is quite the name huh?"

"We've come quite far from our twelve year old selves"

"Court? That's fine give me a date and time."

"My life is actually great to put it straight."

"That's a lot to process though or is it just me who's struggling?"

*****

Chloe Bourgeois looked at herself in the mirror as she waited for the hairstylist to finish with her hair, she had been used to this her entire life but it didn't mean she liked the wait, she wasn't a patient person and couldn't wait to get outside and do her thing.

The blonde wore a grey-blue tank top which were tucked into cropped white formal trousers with her favourite black belt securing it just above her waist. Resting on her shoulders was a blazer the same white as her pants with accents of gold following the patterns that were embroidered on her white clothing. She accessorised with the given jewellery chosen for her and had just slipped into the loafer like shoes co-ordinating with the two colours she wore.

Chloe too still lived in Paris as it was the only home she ever knew besides New York but there was something about New York that didn't sit right with her hence why she decided on remaining in Paris.

She had taken over the Grand Paris hotel and handle it with class after her father was arrested. The Mayor was replaced and at one point several people had asked if she would take on the role, which no one to their knowledge had already taken but after a year had been revealed to the public. It was safe to say she did the perfect job and she enjoyed the politics and debates way too much than she should.

She still lived in the Hotel which she didn't mind, especially after she had the place renovated from top to bottom to something more her style. It no longer looked like the place she grew up in with scarring memories from her childhood but a place she found comfort in.

The blonde attempted the whole dating thing but soon found that romance wasn't her strong suit and was better off without a significant other and all her friends respected her decision and supported her along the road of revelation she had with this.

It had been quite a long time since she had dated but the last person she did go on a date with was a girl and she wouldn't shy away from saying she was bisexual. It had taken a long time for her to find her type and soon find out that she like both genders which everyone still supported her with. Coincidentally, it was actually Marinette who initially pointed it out and she would eternally be thankful.

Ever since college, she had been carving out many paths for herself and struggled for a little bit when trying to figure out where she wanted to go and what she wanted to do with her life but her discovery trip turned out to be a break from society and that's what helped her. She found herself among the fog and without the stress that Paris expected from her and what her excuse of a father pressuring her, she was at peace and like the new her.

Chloe blinked and gave a small thank you to the hairstylist who had finished doing her hair and both females were more than happy with the ending results. She stood from her seat and grabbed her phone from the table and made her way out of the tent making sure not to ruin the brand new clothes she was wearing.

As soon as she stepped outside, her eyes adjusted to the bright sun and scanned over the people before her and she immediately sensed something wrong.

Her blue eyes locked onto Nino as soon as she found him quickly stand from his leaning position on the wall and then looked the Allegra who wasn't too far away from her. Her mouth ran dry and her heart beat up at what she saw. This wasn't going to be good and being the best friend she was, hell was going to break loose.

"Now what do we do?"

"It only feels like yesterday when we started College"

"I'm going on a break, gonna travel till it all feels right again"

"I've hit rock bottom, My dad's in jail and my mums disappeared off the face of the earth!"

"Thank you so, so much Marinette"

"I'm fucking mayor Bitchessssssssss!!"

*****

Lila Rossi stared down at her hands with fury and clenched them together till she could feel her finger nails digging into her palms. Nothing was fair anymore and no one treated her fairly in this place and their validation was barely even validated! What the heck did she even do wrong to deserve this treatment?!

She sat on the stone cold ground in a bright orange jumpsuit which she had hated the very second she was commanded to put it on. Her brown hair was messed up and she put it in a low ponytail as she no longer enjoyed it splaying in her face, she looked like a poor hag with her hair out like that especially since it was no longer the classic style she wore it in back in High school and college.

Her olive green eyes glared around the pale cell she had been forced to call home and she desperately wanted to scream and be let free but alas, she knew no matter the amount of effort she put into convincing that she'd never get what she wanted.

Lila hadn't been home in what felt like a decade because she had no time management. She wondered if her mum missed her and what she was doing as of right now, how did the class move on from the unexpected revelation, did they have a good life without her because she wished they would be miserable without her amazing self there with them.

But the most important question she had been thinking of was, What was Marinette doing nowadays? She remembered the day as if it was yesterday, the moment was never dull and if she was asked if she regretted her actions, the answer was a simple and blunt No.

Everything had been let out from anger, sadness, tears, screams and shouts and the list went on. She remembered the endless rant that Marinette had told like a telenovela to not only her but the whole world, from that day Lila Rossi was known world wide for her actions that had lasted several years.

The brunette too let out tears of her own upon finding out the consequences her crimes had and no one was proud but she was ever so slightly.

She could clearly hear the cracks in Marinette's voice as she expressed her thoughts and feelings over the years, she could hear the frustrated shout the bluenette let out when she was crying over her own sob story, she could clearly hear the sirens and cameras firing away at the drama from every angle they could get.

She could photographically see the supporting family that stood with Marinette as she let the world know, she could see as no one stood by her side, seeing the faces of her classmates and her mother. Some things hurt to remember but as a whole, there wasn't really much.