All Chapters of Chaos Is My Crown: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

🖤 Jacob 🖤“So tell me how you and my daughter met.”Chairman Fisher didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t need to, because the kind of authority in that man’s tone was enough to make the entire room feel smaller, and for a second, I just sat there, watching him, taking in the way his eyes stayed locked on me like he was already halfway to a conclusion and just needed me to confirm it.Before I could even respond, my dad cleared his throat slightly and leaned forward like he was about to step in, which honestly was not surprising because he had been tense ever since we walked into this house.“Well, Chairman Fisher, my son—”“I was not speaking to you, Chairman Grey.”The interruption was clean.Sharp.No hesitation.And just like that, the room shifted.Chairman Fisher didn’t even look at my dad when he said it, his eyes still on me like my father didn’t exist in that moment, and the message was clear without him needing to explain anything further.“I was speaking to your son,” he cont

🖤 Jacob 🖤 “Yes, dad.” The word barely left my mouth before my mum’s hand connected with my face. Hard. The sound echoed louder than it should have, and for a second, everything went quiet. My head turned slightly from the impact, my jaw tightening as the sting settled in, but I didn’t react the way a normal person would. I didn’t shout. I didn’t get angry. I just stood there… and took it. Because I knew I deserved that. “You are sick in the head, Jacob,” my mum said, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. “I didn’t raise you to be like this.” She stepped closer, her hands shaking as she pointed at me like she didn’t even recognize the person standing in front of her anymore. “How will you feel if any man does this to your sister?” she continued, her voice rising now, full of pain and anger. “How will you feel if your own sister is caught in a web of deceit like this?” I clenched my jaw slightly. Because the answer came to my mind immediately. “She’s not my

🖤 Alexandra 🖤I have always believed one simple thing.People do not talk because you ask nicely.They talk when they realize silence will cost them more than the truth.And right now, the three men in front of me were about to learn that the hard way.The warehouse was quiet except for their uneven breathing and the faint sound of something dripping in the background. Even the men behind me, my own people, had gone unusually silent like they already knew what kind of mood I was in.Good.They should.Because I was not in the mood to repeat myself.I walked slowly in front of the first man again, crouching slightly so we were at eye level, my head tilting as I studied him like he was something I was trying to figure out.“You said you did not do it,” I said calmly.He nodded quickly, too quickly.“I swear, I—”I did not let him finish.Not because I enjoy cutting people off.But because I hate lies.My hand moved again, faster this time, and his scream filled the room before he coul

🖤 Alexandra 🖤The moment the car pulled over in front of the house, Papa was already out before the engine fully died, like he had been waiting for that exact second to continue the conversation he started at the hospital, and honestly I could already tell where this was going before he even opened his mouth.He came around to my side and opened the door himself, which he only does when something serious is about to be said, and the look on his face was not soft or understanding, it was firm, decided, like he had already made up his mind and now I was just expected to follow.“We are still going to talk about this abortion thing,” he said immediately, his voice controlled but heavy with authority. “And just so you know… I am against it.”I didn’t respond.Not because I didn’t hear him.But because I wasn’t in the mood to argue something I had already decided.I stepped out of the car and walked straight toward the house without looking back, my heels hitting the ground in a steady r

🖤Alexandra🖤“Papa I do hope he dies though,” I said slowly.The words came out calm, almost too calm, like I was talking about the weather and not a human life, and for a second the room went quiet in a way that made it clear even Papa didn’t expect me to say it that directly.He didn’t respond immediately, he just stood there watching me, studying my face like he was trying to see if I actually meant it or if this was just another one of my cold statements that sounds worse than it is.I turned fully this time, leaning back slightly against the window, folding my arms as I held his gaze without flinching because there was no point pretending otherwise, not with him.“You don’t mean that,” he finally said, his tone not angry, not even surprised, just… certain, like he believed he knew me better than I was presenting myself right now.I tilted my head slightly.“Don’t I?” I asked.Because the truth is, I wasn’t even saying it out of emotion. I was saying it because it made sense.If