All Chapters of Chaos Is My Crown: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

🖤 Alexandra 🖤The house still did not feel normal. I honestly did not know if it ever would again. Even the silence felt different now. Like grief permanently settled inside the walls with us. Everywhere I looked reminded me of Dada somehow.The living room couch where he always stretched across Papa dramatically like he paid rent with affection.God.Everything hurt.I stood quietly near the dining room entrance for a few seconds watching everybody settle down around the table slowly.Grandpa Fisher sat beside Grandma Fisher while holding her hand tightly like he was scared she might disappear too if he let go for one second.Honestly?Maybe he was.Grandma Hale looked smaller lately. Fragile. The heart attack took something from her emotionally. But somehow she still woke up every morning trying to take care of everyone else anyway.Very Dada behavior honestly.Jayden sat quietly near the end of the table scrolling through something on his phone while Caleb rested his head dramati

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 *Five years later* “Mommy we are hungry” Papa said it before I even entered the living room properly. I stopped mid step. Slowly turned my head. And there he was. Sitting in his wheelchair like some royal troublemaker who had discovered comedy as a coping mechanism. He had his hand pressed against his chest like he was acting out the voice perfectly. My daughter Lily stood in front of him with her arms folded and a deep offended expression like she was ready to file a formal complaint against her grandfather. “Grandpa isn’t funny mommy,” she whined immediately when she saw me, rushing straight into my arms like I was her only safe place in the world. I bent down quickly and hugged her tightly, lifting her slightly off the ground. She smelled like strawberry shampoo and pure chaos. Behind her Freddy was already laughing like he had been waiting for war. “Yes he is,” Freddy said loudly, clearly trying to annoy his sister on purpose. “Is not,” Lily snappe

🖤 Alexandra 🖤“Please put your hands together as we welcome the woman who changed medical history in America and created one of the biggest breakthroughs of the decade. The one and only Alexandra Fisher Hale!”The presenter’s voice echoed through the massive auditorium. The applause was instant, the clap was very loud and deafening.Over hundreds of people rose to their feet at once. Doctors, Researchers, Investors, Scientists and Journalists. Some of the most brilliant minds in the world stood clapping as I walked toward the stage.Five years ago that would have irritated me. Five years ago I was drowning in grief, anger, trauma, and a marriage that nearly destroyed me.Today?Today I smiled. Not because life was perfect. But because for the first time in my life, I was genuinely proud of the woman I had become. The spotlight followed me across the stage. I adjusted the microphone slightly before looking out at the crowd.God.There were so many people. The giant screens behind me

🖤 Alexandra 🖤I genuinely didn’t know what came over me. Seriously.What kind of temporary insanity possessed me to ask Jacob Grey out for a drink?A drink with Jacob after everything, after five fucking years and finally getting my life together. What exactly was wrong with me?I stood in front of my hotel closet staring at dozens of outfits hanging neatly in place while questioning every life decision that brought me to this moment.The black dress looked too formal. The blue one looked too casual. The cream-colored one looked suspiciously like I was trying to impress somebody.Which I absolutely was not. Definitely not. I narrowed my eyes at my own reflection.“Get a grip.”The reflection offered no useful advice. Annoying honestly. I pulled another dress from the closet before holding it against myself. Then immediately threw it back.No.Absolutely not. Why was I even trying this hard? It was one drink. One conversation and nothing more. And yet I had somehow spent twenty minu

🖤 Jacob 🖤The second Stella ended the call, I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. I wasn’t thinking anymore. That was the problem.Every logical thought had completely abandoned me the moment she mentioned another child.A child.My child.Five years.Five fucking years.If Stella was telling the truth, then somewhere in this world there was a little boy or little girl carrying my blood, growing up without ever knowing I existed.And the worst part? I couldn’t even convince myself she was lying anymore not completely. Because Stella was many things.Cruel. Manipulative. Insane. But she was rarely careless with her lies.When she lied, it was because the truth was somehow worse. My hands tightened into fists as I walked through the hotel hallway.I needed answers. And there was only one person who might know what the hell was happening.Alexandra. Maybe she knew Stella was alive. Maybe she knew where Stella was being held. Maybe she knew what freedom meant.Or maybe she knew a