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Chapter 17: My room. My wife.
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2026-06-11 05:13:42
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Claimed by havoc Chapter 42: Something feels wrong.
Roxana Something feels wrong; I don't know exactly what, but I know it. The house feels different, too quiet—like something is happening, and no one wants to talk about it. It’s almost as if everyone is waiting for something terrible to happen. Curiosity knots in my stomach, and I try to push it down. I noticed it shortly after breakfast when the guards doubled. The people I've never seen before now surround the estate. Every corridor suddenly has someone standing in it. Nobody smiles, nobody jokes; no one even speaks unless it’s necessary. The staff whispers to each other when they think no one is looking. And Tristan? I haven't seen him once since. Not after he left the room this morning. The man who barely let me out of his sight all these days has vanished completely, leaving me alone with my loneliness. I ask Texas, who’s arranging flowers in the living room, “Where is Tristan?” “Working,” that’s all she says. Working. For twelve hours? I don't believe her, not bec
Claimed by havoc Chapter 41: The idiot.
Dmitry People always assume I'm the idiot, the unserious youngest son of the Kozlov family. The thought alone makes me laugh quietly. What they don't know is that, while they are busy laughing at my jokes, I'm gathering the secrets they spill, the lies they think they hide so well—every plan they think no one knows about. Only my family knows what I'm capable of, and I like it that way because enemies let their guard down when they believe you’re not enough to face them. Now, Tristan has summoned me to his office, and I know this isn't a normal early morning call. I could feel the tension brewing in the house over the past few days, but one thing about me—is I prefer to laze around until the inevitable arises. I knock once before pushing open his door, and the atmosphere inside immediately confirms I was right—this is something serious. Lucian stands by the window with his arms crossed. Nikolai is leaning by the desk, reading several scattered documents on the huge surface.
Claimed by havoc Chapter 40: Lorenzo Moretti.
Tristan As soon as I step out of the room, my mood shifts. I open the paper in my hand and read it again. I hadn’t expected what I found there. I only asked Alessandro to do some investigation on Lorenzo Moretti, but what he uncovered is much more intriguing—and dangerous. Just as I suspected, someone is hiding behind a dead man’s name, and more importantly, someone close to me is feeding my enemies information. I head toward the basement, knowing one thing for sure: the truth is about to be revealed. Blood thirst surges through my body—it’s been a while since I've felt adrenaline like this. It’s been a while since I’ve shown my enemies exactly who they’re dealing with. And they are about to find out. Viktor stands beside the stool as I walk in. “He tried to run.” I stare at the man sitting beneath the single light hanging in the room. His wrists are restrained. His uniform is still stained with dirt, from where my man had dragged him across the yard. One of my guards. Som
Claimed by havoc Chapter 39: I hate it.
TristanThe moment the bedroom door snaps shut, I release her hand. The silence that follows is immediate and heavy.Roxana rubs her wrist where I had been holding her, glaring at me with confusion and anger. "What was that?" she asks.I say nothing. Something pounds inside my skull as I try to calm my raging breath and stare at her.Then I walk over to the door and lock it.Her brow knits together. "Why did you lock the door?”Still, I don't answer. The urge to grab her and ask what the hell is wrong with her overtakes me, but I push it down.The image of her smiling creeps into my head again, and my hands clenched. She was laughing at another man’s joke when she clearly never found me amusing.The way she was smiling at Alessandro like he was the best man she's ever set her eyes on, with those bright eyes that had been crying for me a few days ago.Something inside my chest tightens all over again.I hate it. I hate every second of it. She has no right."Is there a problem?” she ask
Claimed by havoc Chapter 38: You will find out soon.
RoxanaI stare at the man for what feels like forever. Is he joking right now?“Are you kidding me?”He sighs, “Unfortunately, I'm not used to making jokes.”My eyes dart to Texas sitting across the table, and for the first time since I met her, I see something close to hurt flicker in her eyes. It’s like the armor she always wears slips for a second.“Wait,” I say, trying to piece everything together, “Texas was once married?”Alessandro smirks, as if he’s enjoying my confusion and shock, “Yes, she had a daughter too.”I almost choke on my drink, “She did?”Tristan shifts uncomfortably in his chair, but I'm far too engrossed in the conversation to care.“Yeah.”Texas rolls her eyes and throws a piece of bread at him, “Stop talking about me, you bastard.”Alessandro only smiles, catches the bread, chews, and leans close to me, “She’s got a terrible temper too.”Wow.There’s so much I still need to learn about this family. Texas is so carefree—no one would ever guess she has such a hea
Claimed by havoc Chapter 37: Texas’s what?
Roxana The next morning, I wake up feeling strangely peaceful — no gunshots, no screaming, no blood. No terrifying mafia boss covered in someone's blood staring at me. Just sounds of birds chirping nearby and sunlight spilling through the window into the large bedroom. My gaze roams the room. It’s empty and bright. Then I stretch slowly, immediately regretting it as every muscle screams in protest. Apparently, emotional breakdowns are exhausting. After getting dressed, I head downstairs. The moment I step into the dining room, I know I’ve made a mistake. Every Kozlov is there, and each one turns to look at me. Texas grins, “Good morning, sunshine.” A warm smile forms on my lips. “Good morning.” Dmitry flashes an annoying and stupid smile at me. “Look who finally left Tristan’s room.” Heat rushes to my face, and the room bursts out laughing. “Oh my God.” Texas immediately points at me. “See, she’s blushing.” “I am not,” I argue. She taunts further, “You are.” I g
Claimed by havoc Chapter 8: Pretending she’s not mine.
Tristan I notice the gasps first, then the curious glances directed toward the entrance of the church. What's going on? I turn my head toward the entrance, and my jaw drops. Roxana is walking in, flowing inside the wedding dress I got for her. Her long hair is pulled into a tight bun, with
Claimed by havoc Chapter 7: I can never be this beautiful.
Roxana I press my hand to my chest, trying to contain the wild thumping. “Are you defying me, dear bride?” I shake my head. “Now do what I told you to.” I have no choice; I must do as he wants, or he might do something truly bad to me. Trembling, I slowly begin removing my oversized top.
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
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