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Chapter 53: My wife.
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2026-07-03 18:59:31
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Roxana The silence lasts exactly three seconds, then a loud curse explodes outside the door. Rapid Spanish follows. Another voice answers, sharper this time. Angrier. I don't understand a single word. My heart continues pounding so loudly in my chest that it hurts. I stay on the floor, too terrified to breathe. Another thud rattles through the hallway. Not against my door this time. Against the wall. Then footsteps. Heavy. Unsteady. A man’s voice rises again, slurred and irritated. He’s drunk. At least I think he is. The second man says something louder, and a door opens farther down the hallway. Another voice joins the argument—more voices, someone laughs, another curse. Then, silence falls. Real silence. Yet I don't move. Maybe they are pretending. Maybe they are waiting for me to open the door. My fingers dig into the wooden door until they ache. Minutes crawl by—one, two, three. Nobody knocks again, and I rise slowly from the floor. My knees buckle slightly. I move to t
Claimed by havoc Chapter 59: Wait for me.
Tristan “Mother,” I say before I can stop there. My mother doesn't move, she stands a few feet away from me, crying, not speaking. Then her eyes slowly move over me. Too slowly, as though she’s trying to convince herself she’s looking at me, not another person. Frustration slowly grows in my chest, “What the fuck happened?” She moves now, slowly towards me, in a way that makes my brow rise slightly. Then her eyes lock onto mine, she looks at me, really looks at me. Not the blood drying across my hand. Not the cracked wall. Not the untouched whiskey sitting on the desk. Me. Her lips part. Nothing comes out. Then her eyes fall on the beard shadow darkening my jaw. My shirt is still the one I wore to Italy. The sleeves are rolled up unevenly. Blood stains the cuffs. My tie disappeared somewhere between the airport and the cafe. I don't even remember taking it off. The cigarette between my fingers was burned almost to the filter. I never took another drag. She takes in
Claimed by havoc Chapter 58: Roxana.
TristanThe office smells of rain, wet leather, gun oil. Blood. Not fresh blood—mine. The cut across my palm has dried into a dark line, but every time I close my fist, it splits open again. I barely notice. I haven't slept, I haven't eaten. Every time I close my eyes, I see her coffee cup—cold, untouched. I imagine her terrified, in tears. Something snaps inside me, and I clench my knuckles until they hurt.The elevator dings, footsteps echo. Lucian enters first, Nikolai behind him, then Marco. Viktor walks in last. The moment I see Marco, something hot claws my throat. For one terrifying second, I actually imagine wrapping both hands around his neck—breaking it, ending him.My finger twitches slightly. I force my hands open—not yet. Not until I find her.The office door closes; nobody speaks.Marco tries to smile, and it dies before it fully forms. He already knows, remembers the last time—the torture, weeks in the hospital, the empire I burned to the ground. The fortune I eras
Claimed by havoc Chapter 57: Stop loving him.
Roxana The moment the plane touches down on the runway, my stomach twists so hard I think I might get sick. The passengers around me start unfastening their seatbelts and chatting excitedly about vacations and family visits. I don't move. I simply stare through the small oval window. Mexico. I'm really here—thousands of miles away from New York, miles away from Tristan. The thought should comfort me, but instead, it hurts. The cabin door opens, and people begin filling through the aisle. I force myself to stand, one step at a time. Every movement feels unreal, like I'm walking through someone else's life. The airport buzzes with voices I barely understand. Spanish flows around me in rapid bursts. An announcement echoes overhead. Children laugh, suitcases roll across polished floors. It’s loud and unfamiliar. I pull the brim of my baseball cap lower and tighten my grip on my backpack. "Keep walking. Don't look nervous," I mutter to myself. The immigration line stretches f
Claimed by havoc Chapter 56: For now.
Tristan The moment the jet touches down in New York, the cabin door hasn't even finished opening before I'm already walking out. Cold air slams into my face. Black SUVs wait in a perfect line across the private runway, and more than thirty men stand beside them. Every single one lowers his head. No one speaks; the atmosphere itself feels wrong. Too quiet, too tense—because they all know something has happened to my wife. Dmitry falls into step beside me. “Every private airstrip has been alerted. Every harbor is being watched. We’ve contacted our people in the neighboring states.” I don't respond; instead, I walk as though the entire ground is trembling beneath my feet. The convoy speeds out of the airport, not toward the penthouse but the cafe. Throughout the ride, I stare out the window, every passing street tightening my chest. She has been here—breathing this air, walking these roads. Then, nothing. No trace, no body, no ransom—nothing. The SUV stops. Before the dr
Claimed by havoc Chapter 55: Goodbye.
Roxana Morning arrives long before I'm ready for it. I never really slept. Every sound outside the motel roused me. Car door, footsteps, sirens. Voice drifting through the paper-thin walls. Every noise sounded like Tristan had found me, and every shadow beneath the door looked like one of his men. By sunrise, exhaustion settles so deeply into my bones that I no longer know if I'm afraid or simply numb. The chair is still wedged under the doorknob, and I stare at it for a long time. Nobody came, not yet. Slowly, I stand from the bed, my body protesting immediately. My eyes burn, my muscles ache. I shuffle toward the bathroom and splash cold water across my face. The woman staring at me from the cracked mirror barely looks alive—red eyes, swollen lips, and dark hair falling over trembling shoulders. With a wedding ring that catches the pale morning light. Mrs. Roxana Kozlov. I hate that name now. Not because of him, but because of what it represents. A transaction. A signatur
Claimed by havoc Chapter 5: Tonight, I'm claiming you.
Roxana I slam my hand over my mouth to stop from screaming as the scene unfolds before me. Tears choke me. My knees buckle, and my entire body shakes uncontrollably. Is this a nightmare? A lump forms in my throat. I can already feel wetness staining my cheeks. This is the man I love so much—th
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
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