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Chapter 30: He’s bossy.
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2026-06-20 05:55:38
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Claimed by havoc Chapter 54: I did it.
Roxana I don’t know how long we’ve been driving—five minutes? Twenty? An hour? Time has lost all meaning. The taxi weaves through unfamiliar streets while I remain curled against the window, each passing black SUV making my heart leap into my throat. They're coming. The thought won't leave me. They’re going to find me. I glance behind us again. Nothing. Just regular traffic, but I keep looking again and again. The driver notices in the rearview mirror, “Someone following you?” My whole body stiffens. “What?” “You’ve been looking behind us since we got in.” I force my voice to stay steady. “No.” He studies me for another second then shrugs. “Alright.” I press my forehead against the cold glass. Liar. Fucking liar. I'm terrified. Every second I expect my phone to light up, even though I’ve turned it off. Tristan. I imagine his voice, “Where are you?” “Come home.” Home. The word almost makes me burst out laughing. I don't have one. Not anymore. My fingers tighten around my
Claimed by havoc Chapter 53: My wife.
Tristan The word refuses to leave my head. Home. Rain lashes across the shattered windows of the warehouse, and blood pools beneath my boots. It’s already evening, yet nothing significant seems to come out of the investigation. Belladonna did everything perfectly. The thought alone makes uneasiness crawl up my skin. My gaze darts toward the dead man on the floor for the hundredth time today. His eyes remain lifeless and fixed on the ceiling. I wish we had gathered enough information before he died; instead, he only uttered one word: home. I pull my phone from my pocket to dial Texas’s number. Just then, my phone rings, and her name flashes across the screen. My stomach tightens. Texas doesn't call me when I'm away unless it’s extremely important. I press yes and put the phone to my ear. “What?” Silence—not complete silence, just hard breathing—then, “Tristan….” My girl tightens around the phone; something is wrong. “Talk.” “ I……” her body breaks, “Roxana…” Every muscle i
Claimed by havoc Chapter 52: Different men. Same transaction.
Roxana Morning arrives mercilessly. I don’t even remember falling asleep; I only remember crying until my body had nothing left to give. When sunlight slips into the room, my eyes burn so badly I can barely open them—my head pounds. Every part of me feels heavy, as if someone replaced my bones with stones. For several long seconds, I just lie there, then my gaze drifts to the other side of the bed—empty. His pillow remains untouched. I stare at it until my vision blurs again. “You should have come home,” I whisper. The words sting my eyes with fresh tears. Because if he were here… I could ask him. I could throw those documents in his face and demand an explanation. I could force him to tell me I was wrong, that there was another reason. Another truth. Anything. Anything apart from what my mind is feeding me right now. A soft knock breaks the silence—three gentle taps. “Roxana.” Texas. I quickly wipe my face before responding, “Come in.” The door opens slowly, and Texas w
Claimed by havoc Chapter 51: A debt.
Roxana Sleeping is difficult; I close my eyes and then reopen them, but the ceiling above me never changes. Neither does the ache in my chest. The room is dark, except for the pale glow of city lights filtering through the curtains. Tristan’s side of the bed remains untouched—cold, empty. I curl closer to the pillow he used two nights ago; it still carries the faint scent of his cologne. Without thinking, I pull it against my chest. The tears come again, quietly this time. I don't sob or scream; I quietly cry until the pillow grows damp beneath my cheek. Every time I close my eyes, I see the document. Twenty million euros. Settlement proposal: marriage between Roxana Petrov and Tristan Kozlov. Marco’s signature. Tristan’s signature. Permanent. I squeeze my eyes shut. “No,” the word leaves my lips as a whisper. “There has to be another explanation.” But every explanation I think of dies before it can comfort me. My mind betrays me, replaying every moment I’ve s
Claimed by havoc Chapter 50: Home.
Tristan No one speaks. The photo remains on the table between us, a dead man. A purple flower pinned neatly to his chest. Not rage, not torture, just a message. I study the image for several seconds before sliding the phone back across the table. “ he was killed professionally.”Matteo nods once.“No struggle.” i point out. “No Witness?”“They are all dead.”“No defensive wounds?”“The coroner doesn't think so.”Silence falls in the room. I expected Belladonna to leave chaos. Instead, he leaves precision.The realization settles heavily in my chest. Most killers want recognition, most criminals crave fear. Belladonna doesn't. He simply wants people to understand that he was there. Dmitry folds his arms, “The flower.”Matteo shifts his gaze toward it, “It wasn't there when my men arrived.”I look at him, “They moved the body?”“No.”“The flower appeared afterward.”For the first time since entering Italy, something close to unease crawls up my skin. Someone walked into an active cri
Claimed by havoc Chapter 49: Settlement.
Roxana The door handle turns. “Roxana?” Texas’s voice, closer now and concerned. I don't move. For one terrifying second, I stare at the papers scattered around me. Marco Petrov. Twenty million euros. Settlement proposal. Me. The words refuse to fade. They burn into my eyes and into my mind. The knock sounds again, “Roxana.” I finally move, not because I want to, but because instinct takes over before grief can. My body springs into action. Papers scrape across the floor as I gather them tremblingly. They won't stay together. One page slips away, another slides beneath the cabinet. My breathing thunders in my chest. Shit. I reach for the loose page just as another tear splashes onto the paper. The ink blurs beneath the drop, and my chest tightens violently. This can’t be happening. It’s impossible. Tristan… my Tristan. The man I spent the whole night thinking about. The man who looked at my scars and called them beautiful. The promise he made—he promised I’d n
Claimed by havoc Chapter 4: She’s mine to punish.
Tristan My phone buzzes, waking me. I ignore it, opening my eyes for a moment and staring into the blank space. It buzzes again. This time, I stretch my hand to the bedside drawer and pick it up. There are several texts from my brothers, my mother, and all the family members. *We are in your li
Claimed by havoc Chapter 3: It’s just for tonight.
RoxanaI keep turning on my bed, Aaron’s words replaying in my head. I have to leave this house tonight. That’s the only way I can escape this arranged marriage and be with the man who truly loves me.Checking the time for the hundredth time today, I get out of bed.It’s 6pm.Almost dinnertime.Onc
Claimed by havoc Chapter 2: pack a bag and meet me at my house tonight.
RoxanaI step out of the room, the paper feeling like a ticking time bomb in my hand. How on earth has my life become this? Hot tears streak my cheeks as I think of Aaron. He loves me, and getting married to Tristan would crush him. What am I going to do now? A lump forms in my throat, and I swa
Claimed by havoc Chapter 1: He’s called D’yavol— the devil.
RoxanaIs something wrong with my eyes? Or is what I'm seeing real?I stare down at the paper in front of me, blinking a few times.This can't be real. There's no way I'm getting married to Tristan Kozlov—the ruthless and dangerous first son of the Kozlov Russian mafia. I know my stepfather is try
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