All Chapters of Chaos in Heels: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The rain was tapping on the window like it was trying to put on a show. Thunder rumbled in the distance, sounding like a grumpy old man who was too nosy for his own good.Tiffany was sitting on her couch with her legs crossed, her satin bonnet forgotten, and her afro was big and free, just like her words. She wore her favorite baggy "Howard Alumni" sweatshirt, which had a small bleach spot that she liked to think made it unique, along with some mismatched fuzzy socks.Her skin was glistening, glossy from the 9-step skincare routine she refused to gatekeep. She flipped another page of The Wilted Magnolia — a tragic romance novel that had slowly but surely been getting on her last nerve.Flip.Gasp.Her wide brown eyes scanned the words like they might rearrange themselves if she stared hard enough."Oh, HELL no," she said flatly.Her hand shot out dramatically, snatching the book closed like it owed her money. She stared at the cover like it had personally insulted her."This is the du

Deja was huffing and puffing by the time she reached the restaurant, bent over with her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath. The sun beat down on her neck as she glanced up at the sleek building in front of her. "A rich girl like me RUNNING?!" she exclaimed to the empty sidewalk. "This is ridiculous!"Deja fanned herself with one hand dramatically. "This some real backwards mess right here." She glanced around, making sure nobody was listening. The restaurant was exactly what she expected – all glass and gleaming surfaces, with a name written in some fancy script that practically screamed "You can't afford this." Valet attendants in crisp uniforms stood ready to park cars that cost more than houses.Deja smoothed down her outfit and fluffed her hair. "Alright, showtime," she whispered to herself. As she pushed through the heavy glass doors, the cool air conditioning hit her like a blessing. According to the timeline, me and Ren still engaged, she thought as the hostess greet

The Moreau Grand Hotel stood tall and proud, flexing its glass-and-steel muscles like it was the destination in the city. When Deja's taxi pulled up, she already knew what she was about to walk into: another one of her family's pretentious milestones where they forgot the most important part—her. She spotted her family gathered like a damn shrine at the front, posing like the cover of a tacky magazine. Her father, looking stiff enough to be a statue, her mother all elegant and perfect, Trevor standing off to the side with a smile that looked faker than a $5 weave. And there, right in the middle of it all, was Dominique.Deja didn't even try to hide the eye roll that practically broke her neck."Oh, I see how it is," she muttered, slapping the cash into the driver's hand. "You couldn't wait five minutes for your actual daughter to arrive, huh?"She stepped out of the cab, adjusting her oversized sunglasses and smirked. The ribbon was cut, the crowd went wild, and Deja's father turned t

Downstairs, her mother — elegant, poised, probably sipping tea out of a glass worth somebody rent — turned around and screamed like Deja walked in butt naked."DEJA MONROE! Lord have mercy! What—what is this? WHAT are you wearing?!"Deja did a slow, petty little spin, letting the pink fur flare out like she was on a runway. "Issa look, ain't it? Thought I'd give the board at NexTech a lil' razzle dazzle.""These are executives, Deja. Founders. Billionaires. Old money! Not— not whatever... whatever this is!" her mother's voice was rising, but Deja couldn't help it. Her thoughts had become a runaway train, and she had zero intention of jumping off.Deja shrugged like it was nothing. "Sounds like they could use some flavor then." She snatched the car keys off the table. "Would hate to show up basic."Her mother lunged — heels clicking, Chanel perfume trailing behind her — but Deja dipped left on her like she was running plays."Deja, be serious! This marriage could secure our future! Our

Eventually, they arrived at the company, pulling up to a gleaming skyscraper that stretched toward the clouds. Deja stepped out of the car and her jaw dropped. The lobby was decked out in marble and gold, with a chandelier that probably cost more than her entire apartment back in the real world."Ayo..." she breathed, spinning in a slow circle. "This building big as hell. Oh, this the bougie bougie."Trevor and her father exchanged confused glances."Why are you so shocked?" Trevor asked, adjusting his tie. "You've been here multiple times."Deja snapped out of it real quick. "Yeah, yeah, right. For sure. I be here all the time." She nodded like a bad liar. "I just... forgot how disgustingly rich it looked in the daylight. That chandelier look like it do taxes."Trevor blinked slowly. "...What?"As they rode the elevator to the top floor, Deja couldn't stop herself from running her fingers along the polished wood paneling."Deja, why do you like embarrassing us?" Trevor hissed."Ain't