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Chapter 61: Roxana.
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2026-07-06 21:51:21
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Claimed by havoc Chapter 88: You think it matters?
TristanThe metal door to the torture room groans open and I step inside. The room smells of damp concrete and old blood. The kind of smell I'm used to. Daniel looks up immediately. He’s sitting on a wooden chair, wrists restrained in front of him, not beaten. Not yet.The moment our eyes meet, fear drains every ounce of color from his face. Good. He should be scared, because there is a certainty that he may not walk out of this room alive. I walk further into the room. Slowly, deliberately. The door clicks shut behind me. And silence settles between us. Heavy. Oppressive. The only sound in the room is the pounding of his breath. Daniel swallows, “ I.… I didn't know she was married.”I don't answer. I keep walking. Until I'm standing directly in front of him. The man my wife left me for. I stand close to him, so close he has to tilt his head back to look at me. My voice rings through the silence in the room, “You have been saying that.”His breathing becomes uneven. “It’s the tr
Claimed by havoc Chapter 87: Break her hope.
Tristan The tiny bedroom door slams shut behind me, the sound echoes through the hallway. I don't stop walking. One step. Two. I continue down the corridor without looking back. My jaw aches, I realize too late because I've been grinding my teeth together so hard I might crack them. The guards lower their heads as I pass. No one speaks. No one dares. Good. Because if anyone says a single word, I might kill them. The corridor stretches endlessly before me, every step should make me feel better. It doesn't. My hands still smell like her. My clothes. My body. Every single thing. My knuckles clench beside me. Making sharp pain jolt through my body. I stop and look down, blood. Mine. The cuts across my knuckles have opened again. I don't remember the last time I hit the wall that hard. I don't remember the last time I got so angry that I could have killed her right on that spot. The pain in my hand is nothing. In fact, not enough. Not enough to numb the one spreading through m
Claimed by havoc Chapter 86: Can’t survive this version of him.
Roxana My entire body trembles violently. What the hell is going on? Another knock rumbles through the room. My legs dash to the door, before I reach it, the door opens from outside and I come face to face with Tristan. Looking disheveled. Exactly like a devil set to ruin and destroy. I take a step back instinctively, “W…. what’s the problem?”He doesn’t answer, instead, he steps into the room and slams the door shut, locking both of us inside the tiny room. Silence falls until it becomes uncomfortable, the only sound in the room is the thumping of my heart. I try again, “Is there a problem?”He says nothing, only walks further into the room, straight towards me. I take a step back again, then two, I keep taking until my back hits the wall.“You think you can keep running away from me right? You fucking slut.”Something painful crashes into me, my gaze drops to my feet as I try to force back the tears threatening to fall. “I’m sorry.”Tristan stands in front of me, so close our b
Claimed by havoc Chapter 85: I loved you.
RoxanaThe gates open silently. The mansion rises from the darkness exactly as I remember it — cold, silent, beautiful. Home.No. Not home anymore.The SUV rolls to a stop beneath the entrance. Nobody comes outside to greet us. No lights flood the front steps. No warm voices. Nothing.The engine dies. For several long seconds, no one moves.Then Tristan opens the door and steps out. I follow because I know better than to hesitate. Panic races through my body within seconds.Neither of us speaks as we climb the marble steps. The guards outside straighten immediately.“Boss.”Tristan doesn’t answer. He walks past them without slowing.The front doors open. The familiar entrance hall stretches before me — chandeliers, the grand staircase, the polished marble floor.Everything looks exactly the same. But I don’t belong in it anymore. I stop walking.Memories hit too fast — laughing with Texas on those stairs, his mother teasing us at breakfast. It feels like someone else’s life.“Move.” H
Claimed by havoc Chapter 84: Not in this lifetime.
Roxana I don’t remember leaving the apartment. One moment I'm standing in the middle of the destroyed room. The next, I'm following Tristan. Every step feels unreal. The shattered furniture, the broken bowl of soup Maria had made for me, the tiny pieces of reference letter scattered across the floor. The little life I’ve built in Mexico…. Gone. Just like that. No goodbye, no explanation, nothing. My eyes sting again. I deserve this—every bit of it. I betrayed the man who has ever looked at me like I mattered. The man who showed me he loved me without saying it. Because I was too stupid, too self-centered. The hallway is silent except for the rain hammering against the windows. Daniel. My heart clenches. I twist around instinctively. He’s standing several meters away beside Dmitry. Alive. Thank God. His face is pale. Confused. Terrified. Our eyes meet. “ I'm sorry.” I mouth. He doesn't understand. How could he? All he does is give me the smallest nod as though he’
Claimed by havoc Chapter 83: I loved you.
Tristan The room falls into silence. Only the rain remains; it batters against the window, the roof, whatever is left of my sanity. The front door slams shut behind Dmitry; his voice disappears into the hallway. Now, it’s only her, the woman I crossed continents to find. Just us. She stands there trembling, red eyes, tear-stained cheeks— the same face I spent weeks imagining covered in blood. The same woman I nearly burned the world down for. I stare at her. She can't even meet my eyes. “Tristan….” My name. God. She still says my name the same way, as if nothing happened, as if she didn't disappear or that I didn't find another man holding her. “Please….” Her voice shakes so badly it barely sounds like hers. “I'm sorry.” I laugh—a quiet, empty, hopeless laugh. “Sorry?” She nods frantically, “Yes, I'm sorry.” “You are sorry.” Another laugh escapes me, this one broken. “So that’s it?” She takes another careful step toward me. “I can explain.” “No.” “I made a m
Claimed by havoc Chapter 6: This is a nightmare!
Roxana This is a nightmare! What did he say? Claim me? He’s acting like I’m something to be claimed. I open my mouth to argue but snap it shut. I know better than to argue with Tristan. “Don’t punish me, please….” My voice breaks, my pulse pounding loudly in my ears. “ I will.” With
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 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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