All Chapters of Chaos Is My Crown: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

🖤 Alexandra 🖤This is insane.There is no other word for it, no softer way to frame it, no smarter angle to twist it into something manageable, because what I was watching unfold on my screen right now was pure, calculated destruction and whoever was behind it knew exactly what they were doing.Every single dirty dealing tied to Saito was suddenly everywhere.Not hidden leaks. Everywhere.Articles, anonymous drops, financial breakdowns, insider reports, even old transactions that should have stayed buried were being dragged out and laid open like evidence in a courtroom, and the worst part was how clean it all looked. It wasn’t messy or rushed, it was structured, layered, almost like someone had been waiting for the perfect moment to release everything at once.The only thing missing was my name.And that was what made it more dangerous.Because when everything around you is burning and your name is the only thing not yet attached to it, people don’t assume innocence, they assume ti

🖤 Jacob 🖤I kept staring at the paper in my hand like if I blinked too hard it would disappear and someone would walk in and say this was all some kind of joke, because there was no normal explanation for how my life just flipped like this in less than twenty four hours.Marriage certificate.My name.Her name.Signed.Stamped.Official.I’m actually married to Alexandra Fisher Hale.I let out a quiet breath and looked at it again just to be sure I wasn’t hallucinating from whatever madness was going on in my body, because at this point I wouldn’t even be surprised if my brain decided to start creating fake realities just to cope with everything happening at once.“You’re going to burn a hole through that paper if you keep staring at it like that.”Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I looked up slowly to find her already watching me with that same calm expression she always carries like nothing in this world can shake her, like we didn’t just walk out of a private registry

🖤 Jacob 🖤I was still looking at her when I said it.“A kiss.”Simple. Direct. Something normal people would ask for on a wedding day, but nothing about us had ever been normal, so even that felt like a negotiation instead of a moment.She didn’t answer immediately, and that alone told me she was thinking, calculating, measuring the value of something as small as a kiss like it was part of a business deal.Then she leaned slightly closer, her eyes still locked on mine, her expression calm but carrying that same controlled energy she always had.“Even if I’m going to have anything physical with you, hubby,” she said slowly, “you need to show me different test results.”I blinked.“What do you mean?” I asked, because I knew she was serious, but I still needed to hear her say it properly.“HIV test, STD panel, anything transferable,” she said like she was listing items off a checklist. “If you have any infection that can be passed to me, I need to know.”I stared at her.“You’re kiddin

🖤 Jacob 🖤I didn’t say anything immediately after Stella spoke.I just looked at her. Because sometimes the problem is not what someone says, it’s how easily they say it, and right now my little sister was standing in front of me smiling like she just told me I won a lottery, not like she just casually erased the whole “you’re dying” situation from my life.“You don’t have cancer,” she said again, like I didn’t hear her the first time.I leaned back slowly against the couch, eyes still on her, trying to decide if I should laugh, get annoyed, or just accept the fact that nothing in my life has been normal for a while now.Then I smirked, Stella as always being a wolf in sheep clothing and her showing her claws now, is making everything more interesting.“You made the doctor lie,” I said, not even asking, just stating it the way it made sense in my head.She didn’t deny it, when did she even start planning all this?“Obviously,” she replied, like it was the most normal thing in the wo

🖤 Alexandra 🖤“I take it you are moving in with him today.” Papa said it with a small smile on his face, the kind that looks calm on the surface yet carries intention underneath, and that alone made me pause for a second longer than I planned, my eyes narrowing slightly as I studied him carefully.That was not the reaction I expected.Not even close.I thought there would be resistance, maybe anger, at least a proper interrogation about my decision, yet instead I was standing here listening to my father casually discussing my relocation as if the matter had already been decided without me.“Wait,” I said, straightening slightly. “Marriage does not mean I have to move out. This is my home.”My tone stayed controlled, firm enough to make my position clear without sounding emotional, since emotion weakens arguments in situations such as this and I do not lose control of conversations that involve my life.Dada did not even look at me immediately.He turned instead, his attention shifti