All Chapters of Chaos Is My Crown: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

🖤 Alexandra 🖤“HOW THE HELL DID SHE GET ACCESS TO A PHONE?” My voice echoed through the entire suite as I paced across the living room with my phone pressed against my ear.I honestly didn’t care that it was nearly midnight. I didn’t care that I was standing in a luxury hotel in Los Angeles.And I definitely didn’t care that Jacob Grey was sitting quietly on the other side of the room watching me like he wasn’t the reason my blood pressure was about to break records.The only thing I cared about right now was the fact that Stella Grey had somehow gotten access to a phone and used it to threaten my children.My children. Not my company. Not my security team. Not my business empire. My babies.The four tiny humans who still climbed into my bed whenever they had nightmares.The four little monsters who thought broccoli was a personal attack. The four people I would burn the entire world down for without hesitation.The man on the other end of the call sounded like he wanted the ground

🖤 Jacob 🖤 I stood outside her hotel room door for almost a full minute after she slammed it in my face. The sting on my cheek wasn’t even what bothered me. Honestly? I deserved the slap. Maybe not for kissing her. But definitely for forgetting who Alexandra Fisher Hale was. Five years had passed. And somehow I still walked into situations believing I could reach her the same way I used to. The woman standing in that room wasn’t my wife anymore. She wasn’t the broken pregnant woman crying herself to sleep in hospital rooms. She wasn’t the cold business queen hiding behind walls either. She had become something else entirely. Something stronger. Something that no longer needed me. That realization hurt more than the slap ever could. I slowly rubbed my jaw before walking back toward the elevator. My chest felt heavy. God. I was so tired. The elevator doors opened and I stepped inside alone. The reflection staring back at me from the polished steel looked older than I rememb

🖤Alexander 🖤I looked at him for a moment.And then I said the only honest thing I had.“None of this makes sense,” I responded instead.Because it didn’t.It genuinely, completely did not make sense, and I needed someone else to sit inside that fact with me for a second before I could start building the logical framework around it, because my brain was doing that thing it did sometimes where it kept running the same calculation over and over and kept arriving at an answer that wasn’t possible.Papa’s eyes stayed on mine, patient, waiting.“I used the Kira bead on them before I left for the conference,” I said, crossing my arms and dropping my voice low enough that only he could hear me, because this was not a conversation for hospital hallways and whatever ears might be attached to the walls. “I checked all four of them the night before I flew out for the conference, and the readings were completely clean, Papa… nothing flagged, nothing off, everything exactly where it was supposed

🖤Jacob🖤 “Amara,” I said, and I gave her the nod of a man who was too worried about his children to stop and talk, which was both a performance and completely true, and kept moving. I found Alexandra outside Room 14. She looked exactly the way I expected her to look and nothing like I wanted her to look, because what I wanted was for her to look fine, but fine was not a word that applied to Alexandra Fisher Hale in this corridor at this hour, and the honest truth was that she looked like someone who had folded everything she was feeling into a very precise shape, put it somewhere it couldn’t interfere, and was currently running on cold intelligence and the specific kind of fury that doesn’t raise its voice because it doesn’t need to. Which meant she was holding. Which somehow hurt more to look at than if she had been falling apart. She saw me coming and didn’t move, just watched me cross the corridor with those eyes that had always been able to read me faster than I could

🖤 Jacob 🖤If I am being honest, I really did not care whether Stella lived or died.I know how that sounds.I know exactly how that sounds coming from her own brother standing in a hospital corridor while she lay there with both legs gone and a fifty percent chance of never opening her eyes again, but five years does something to a person’s capacity for grief over someone who spent those same five years trying to destroy everyone I loved.What I cared about was the phone call.What I cared about was the fact that the voice on that call had threatened my children with a precision that suggested deep knowledge of this family, and the way it had referenced Stella made it sound less like Stella was the architect of all of this and more like Stella was a tool someone else had picked up and used.Which meant Stella might have answers.Answers I needed to keep my children safe.Answers that might lead me to the child I might have somewhere else entirely, a thought I had been carrying alone