All Chapters of Chaos Is My Crown: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

🖤Alexandra🖤I opened the car door and slid in without breaking my pace, my expression still calm, still controlled, but my mind… my mind was not quiet. It was moving, connecting, questioning everything I had just walked away from.“Drive,” I said.The car pulled out immediately.I leaned back into the seat, my fingers resting lightly against my thigh, my gaze fixed ahead, yet I was not really looking at anything outside. I was replaying that room, every word, every pause, every look Papa and Dada exchanged without speaking.They know something I don’t which is kind of annoying. That part was no longer a suspicion. It was a fact.The only problem?And I don’t like gaps in information.My phone buzzed in my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts for a second. I glanced at the screen.Timmy. I answered immediately.“Yes.”“President,” he said quickly, his tone slightly more relaxed than before, “the market has stabilized further. The marriage announcement worked better than expected. Inve

🖤 Alexandra 🖤My papa and Dada care about me. That has never been in question. I grew up knowing exactly what their protection looks like, how far it can go, and the kind of power that sits behind it. Their care is structured, calculated, and always tied to purpose.But this…This level of care I got from Jacob this morning?Unexpected. He treated me like I was fragile, which is something no one has ever done without annoying me, yet somehow he managed to do it without making it feel insulting. That alone was strange.He said nothing. Not when I pushed him away with my tone.Not when I told him I wanted to get rid of the pregnancy.Not even when I clearly showed I was not in the mood for whatever version of concern he was offering.He just stayed. And that silence… it did something. Not enough to change anything. Not enough to shift my decisions. But enough to make me notice.Which is already more than I like.He walked out eventually, leaving me alone in the bathroom without trying

🖤 Jacob 🖤 Stella once told me something I didn’t take seriously at the time. “When a man throws all his cards on the table,” she said, looking way too pleased with herself, “there is a possibility for hope.” At the time, I thought she was being dramatic. Now? I’m starting to see what she meant. I stood there for a few seconds after Alexandra walked out, her last words still sitting in the room, sharp and clean, the kind that don’t need to be loud to land exactly where they should. She didn’t shout. She didn’t lose control. That’s not her style. She simply looked at me like she finally saw me clearly. Not as a husband but a problem. And somehow… that felt worse than anything else she could have called me. I let out a slow breath, running my hand through my hair as I stared at the door she just walked through. The silence she left behind wasn’t empty. It carried weight. The kind that presses on your chest without asking for permission. “She won’t divorce you,” Stella’s voice ec

🖤Alexandra🖤My phone rang before I could settle fully into my next move. I didn’t even need to look at the screen to know it was important. The timing alone said enough. Nothing around me was moving quietly anymore.I picked up immediately.“Yes.”“President… we have a problem.”Timmy’s voice was tight. Not panicked. He knows better than that. But there was pressure there, the kind that doesn’t come unless something has already gone wrong.“Then speak,” I said, my tone flat. “Don’t leave me hanging.”There was a brief pause on the other end, like he was choosing his words carefully.“All our shipping ports have been seized,” he said finally. “The Saito family moved in this morning.”My eyes narrowed slightly.Seized?What the fuck with seized are they for real.“And?” I prompted.“Their men delivered a message,” he continued. “They said Chairman Hale wants you out of the port for the next one year.”What game are my parent playing now, Ive the in charge of the port for over ten year

🖤 Alexandra 🖤Just when I thought I was about to lose them, more SUVs showed up.Not one.Not two.Three.They came out of nowhere, cutting into the road like they had been waiting for the perfect moment to close in, surrounding my car from different angles until there was barely any space left to maneuver.“Of course,” I muttered under my breath, my grip tightening slightly on the wheel.The sound of gunfire didn’t even surprise me this time.It came fast. Bullets hitting metal. Shattering what was left of the glass. The car jerked slightly under the impact, the noise echoing inside like chaos had found its way in and decided to stay.My window was already gone.Completely gone.Which meant the next target?Me.I lowered my head slightly, one hand steady on the wheel as I forced the car forward, pushing through the narrow gap in front of me while trying to ignore the way my heart was beating just a little faster than usual.But even with that, the thought still slipped in.“God… is