All Chapters of Chaos Is My Crown: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

🖤 Alexandra 🖤“Okay I am done with this nonsense,” Dada said, and this time there was no soft smile, no calm tone, no pretending like everything was under control, he sounded frustrated in a way I had only seen a few times in my entire life and none of those times ended peacefully for whoever caused it.I blinked at him, still sitting on the hospital bed like my brain had decided to clock out of this entire situation.“I am also done, Dada,” I replied, folding my arms as I leaned back slightly, because if they wanted to act dramatic then I could match that energy without even trying. “This joke is going on way too long.”The room went quiet again, but not the normal quiet, this one had weight, the kind that pressed down on your chest and made you feel like something was about to snap.“Alexandra Fisher Hale.” Dada called almost raising his voice.The way Dada said my full name made my spine straighten immediately because yeah… that tone? That was not for jokes.“It is okay if you do

🖤 Alexandra 🖤“Is it fun playing games with your parents?”That was the first thing Dada said the moment he stepped into my room, and honestly, if my life wasn’t already upside down, I would have laughed at how random that sounded.We had literally just gotten back from the hospital. Like… not even ten minutes ago. I hadn’t even had time to process the fact that apparently my body had decided to start producing babies out of thin air.So yeah… not in the mood.I was sitting on my bed with my laptop open, phone in my hand, trying to do something that actually made sense.Evidence.Because clearly, logic had left the building and I needed to drag it back by force.I had already opened my location history, scrolling through the past two months like my life depended on it, because it actually did at this point. If there was even one weird gap, one missing day, one suspicious location, I needed to see it.Because there was no way.No actual way.I could not just wake up one day and boom…

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 By the time I woke up the next morning, the chaos was still there. Of course it was. For a tiny second, I actually hoped yesterday was some kind of bad dream, something my brain cooked up just to annoy me. But the moment I reached for my phone and saw the notifications still flooding in like my life was trending for sport, reality settled in properly. Yeah. Still pregnant. Still engaged. Still losing my mind. “Fantastic,” I muttered under my breath, sitting up in bed and running a hand through my hair as I stared at the screen like it personally offended me. Messages. Calls. Tags. News alerts. Everyone suddenly cared about my life. How touching. I dropped the phone on the bed like it burned and stood up, already done with the nonsense before the day even started. If there was one thing I refused to do, it was sit around reacting. I act. That’s how I’ve always stayed ahead. I walked toward the window, pulling the curtains open slightly, the early morning l

🖤Jacob 🖤“She will be married to me already.”The words settled in the room with a quiet certainty that made it clear I wasn’t speculating or hoping, I was stating what I already considered inevitable.My father didn’t react immediately this time. He just sat there, watching me in a way that told me he was no longer amused. The excitement from earlier faded, replaced by something sharper, something more thoughtful, like he was finally looking past the surface of what I had said.Then he leaned back slowly and let out a breath.“You’re a psychopath, son.”I almost smiled.“That’s a bit dramatic,” I replied calmly.“No,” he said, shaking his head, his tone firm now, “what’s dramatic is thinking this… whatever this is… will earn you her love.”That made me pause for a second, not because I didn’t expect it, but because of how directly he said it. Most people would circle around it, soften it, pretend this was something else.He didn’t.He called it exactly what it looked like.I leaned

🖤 Alexandra 🖤“At least end the day by filling your stomach with food first before ending anything or anyone.”Papa’s voice came from the door, calm as always, like the world wasn’t currently upside down and my life wasn’t sitting on my bed in the form of twenty pregnancy tests and one very annoying medical report.I didn’t even turn immediately. I just sat there, staring at nothing in particular, trying to decide if I had the energy to deal with another human being today.“Does anyone in this house know how to knock at least?” I finally said, my voice flat but carrying enough frustration to make the point clear.Papa didn’t even flinch.“Maybe you can teach us how to, princess,” he replied with a small smile as he walked in like he had been invited.I turned my head slowly and looked at him.“You people are unbelievable,” I muttered, shaking my head slightly. “At this point, I should just move out of this mad house.”He stopped a few steps away from me, studying me like he already