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Chapter 55: Goodbye.
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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 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 14: I told you to stay in bed.
Roxana Tristan doesn’t look remorseful. He doesn't breathe hard or tremble. He stands there, as if smashing someone’s head is just normal in this world. The room suddenly feels too hot. I slam a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming. “ I told you to stay in bed.” He repeats, t
Claimed by havoc Chapter 28: Tell me what?
Roxana “Tell me what?” I repeat. What the hell is she talking about? Tristan growls beside me, “ Carmen.” Then she shrugs like it’s no big deal, “What! I was just having a conversation with your wife.” Grinding his teeth, he says, “Why don't you get the f*ck and look for something else to do?”
Claimed by havoc Chapter 18: Why do I even care?
Roxana I walk toward the kitchen, my stomach growling with every step. When I reach the door, I freeze. Texas is casually cooking as any normal person would. In fact, she’s singing and dancing, doing everything effortlessly. My legs feel glued to the floor, and my heart starts pounding. Th
Claimed by havoc Chapter 17: My room. My wife.
TristanRoxana bites her lips. Her chest rises and falls. Probably scared.For a while, I stare at her, trying to make sense of what she just said. “Marco disvirgined you? Hurt you so many times and gave you these ugly scars?”She nods. “Please don't hurt anybody because of me.”I laugh, low. But t
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