บททั้งหมดของ Chaos Is My Crown: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

🖤 Jacob 🖤“You need to get your sister out of that place.” Grandfather said it again like the conversation from about Rico never happened.Like Stella didn’t almost destroy two families because of her twisted obsession with Alexandra.Like she didn’t psychologically terrorize people for entertainment.Honestly?The older I got, the more I realized the Grey family genuinely needed professional help.I leaned back slowly in my chair while staring at the old man standing near my office window looking completely calm despite everything happening lately.“No.”Grandfather sighed heavily this time like I was the unreasonable one here.“Jacob.”“She needs treatment.”“She needs freedom.”“She needs a damn exorcism,” I muttered under my breath.Unfortunately he heard me.“She reminds me of myself at that age.” That statement almost made me stand up and leave my own office.Because respectfully?That explained entirely too much.Before I could respond again, my phone suddenly rang loudly aga

🖤 Jacob 🖤 I had a shitty day. Actually no. Shitty was too soft of a word for the disaster currently happening inside my life. Rico’s empire mysteriously burning down across America. My psychotic sister disappearing from a psychiatric hospital like some criminal magician. My grandfather casually defending psychological warfare over morning coffee. Coming home tonight wasn’t even part of my plan originally. I only came back because I needed weapons from the basement after Jack found possible movement connected to Stella near one of the abandoned Grey properties downtown. But the second I stepped into the mansion… Everything inside me slowed. Because home didn’t feel empty anymore. For weeks this place felt dead without Alexandra. Too quiet, clean and very cold. But her voice welcoming me back home was something I never expected. God. Even thinking that made my chest ache painfully. I loosened my tie tiredly while carrying my sleeping wife up the stairs. The entire house

🖤 Jacob 🖤“Fuck me.” I genuinely stopped breathing for a second.Because dear God. Did this woman even understand what those two words just did to me?I was already hard from watching her walk around my house wearing my shirt looking all sleepy and pretty while acting like emotional manipulation was a personality trait.Now this?Jesus Christ. Every single rational thought inside my brain died instantly.“Wifey,” I muttered roughly while gripping her thighs tighter, “it’s still early in the pregnancy. I don’t think we should make love right now.”The words physically hurt to say honestly. Because Alexandra currently looked like temptation personally handcrafted by Satan himself.Instead of looking disappointed though…She tilted her head slightly while staring at me innocently.“But we can do other things.”Silence. Complete silence. I blinked slowly at my wife. Then again.“Dear Lord baby,” I said carefully, “aren’t you technically a virgin?”Lex rolled her eyes immediately.“I don

🖤 Jacob 🖤 The second I stepped into the Grey estate, I already knew this was going to be a disaster. The entire mansion felt tense. Like everybody inside was waiting for blood. Amazing. A maid opened the front doors nervously the moment she saw me and immediately lowered her head like she didn’t want accidental eye contact during whatever family war was happening tonight. I loosened my tie slowly while walking deeper into the mansion and almost instantly realized this wasn’t just a normal family meeting. Everybody was here. My parents. Grandfather. My uncles. The second family. Even relatives that usually avoided the main estate like it carried disease. What did they think happened? That Lex personally planted explosives inside the company building? Actually… Knowing my wife, that possibility unfortunately existed. The massive living room practically looked like a mafia board meeting mixed with a funeral. Nobody smiled. Nobody greeted me. And the second my mother saw me ente

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 I didn’t know how long I stayed on the floor crying. Minutes. Hours. Maybe forever. Everything around me felt blurry now. My office. The desk. The city outside the windows. Nothing looked real anymore. Because my Dada was dead. Dead. That word still refused to make sense inside my head. Every time I thought about it, my brain immediately rejected it like it physically could not process a world where he no longer existed. Fresh sobs wrecked through my chest again. God. It hurt. Not the cute heartbreak people survived after wine and sad music. No. This felt like somebody reached into my chest and ripped something important out with their bare hands. I couldn’t breathe right. Couldn’t think right. Couldn’t stop hearing Caleb crying. “Lex he’s really dead.” I’ve never felt such an intense pain in my life, it feels like my heart will pop out of a chest if cares is not taken. A broken sound left my throat again and suddenly strong arms wrapped around my body care