Chaos Is My Crown
“You’re mad,” I said, staring at him like he had completely lost his mind.
A slow smile spread across his face as he stepped closer.
“Mad for you.”
I almost laughed.
“I’m going to get rid of this thing you think you can use to trap me,” I said, my voice calm, steady, and dangerous. “Let’s see how mad for me you are after that.”
I turned to leave.
“You won’t dare.”
That made me stop.
Then I smiled.
Because he clearly didn’t know me.
***
Alexandra Fisher Hale does not lose control. She doesn’t do relationships, she doesn’t do marriage, and she definitely does not do children. To her, emotions are distractions and people are liabilities.
Her life is planned, calc
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