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Chapter 28: Tell me what?
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2026-06-18 23:03:21
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Claimed by havoc Chapter 34: Stupid man.
Roxana Dmitry bursts out laughing. "I don't know what just happened.” Texas elbows him. "Shut up.” "No, seriously,” he rubs his head. "Did she just push him?” Texas smiles brightly. "She did.” “She actually pushed him?" "Yes." "The Tristan?” Dmitry looks genuinely traumatized. Viktor sighs. "There is only one Tristan.” A laugh nearly escapes me. Tristan’s father pinches the bridge of his nose. His mother looks suspiciously pleased. Meanwhile, Tristan remains expressionless. And that somehow makes it worse. Finally, his father speaks. "Everybody out.” No one argues. Dmitry leaves first, mostly because Texas drags him. "She’s terrifying," he mutters as he’s leaving. "I can hear you.” "That proves my point.” The door closes behind them, and the room falls silent again. Only this time, there are no witnesses, no family members—just me and Tristan. Suddenly, my courage begins to evaporate. A few minutes ago, I was screaming at him. Now, I'm painfully aware I'm alone with
Claimed by havoc Chapter 33: You almost died.
Roxana The next morning, I wake up in the armchair beside Tristan’s bed. At some point during the night, I must have fallen asleep. My neck aches, my back hurts, and my hand is still wrapped around his. For a moment, I stare at him. The morning sunlight spills through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. Tristan is still asleep; the harsh lines of his face seem softer, less dangerous, and almost peaceful. A knock sounds on the door, and before I can answer, Texas walks in carrying a tray. “Oh good, you are awake.” My cheeks heat instantly—had everyone noticed I spent the entire night here? Judging by Texas’s smile, definitely yes. A few minutes later, more people arrive: Dmitry, Lucian, Viktor, Nikolai, and Tristan’s parents. The bedroom slowly fills with people, everyone pretending not to be worried—everyone failing miserably. His mother sits on the edge of the bed. “He should wake up soon,” she says. Almost immediately, Tristan’s eyes flutter open
Claimed by havoc Chapter 32: You owe me.
Roxana Everything happens at once: someone begins shouting orders, more gunshots echo outside, and boots pound across the marble floor. But all I can see is blood—so much blood. It stains his white shirt, spreads across his shoulders, and drips onto the floor beneath him. “No, please, you can't do this to me.” My knees hit the ground beside him. Tristan’s eyes are closed; for the first time since I met him, he looks vulnerable. Human. Not the terrifying man who just slaughtered attackers with brutality, not the powerful head of the Kozlov family. Just a man—a man who got shot because of me. “Move, sweetheart,” his mother gently pulls me away. I don't even realize I'm crying until she wipes tears from my face. “ he needs space.” Right, of course. I force myself backward while Nikolai and Viktor lift him from the floor. The sight nearly destroys me—Tristan’s head hangs lightly, blood continues to soak through his shirt, and something ugly twists in my chest. Fear, pure and u
Claimed by havoc Chapter 31: Tristan!
RoxanaAnother gunshot tears through the house, almost stopping my heart. Everyone starts moving so quickly it feels like a movie scene. I've never seen anything like this before; one minute we were having a family dinner, and the next, the whole room is spinning like in an action movie.Chairs scrape loudly against the floor, plates crash, glasses shatter, and the noise nearly makes my ears bleed.“Down!!” Tristan’s father shouts like a thunderstorm.I jump violently, and before I can react, Tristan grabs me and pulls me against his chest.“What’s happening?” I ask, my body shaking against him.Nobody answers. Another gunshot echoes outside, followed by several more.The window suddenly shatters inward, glass flying all over the room. I scream and cover my head.This feels straight out of a horror movie.Someone drags Tristan’s mother away from the table. Dmitry moves, then Lucian, Viktor, Nikolai — everyone is shooting as if they’re trained for this.“Back gate now!!” Tristan’s fat
Claimed by havoc Chapter 30: He’s bossy.
Roxana I run through the hallway as fast as my legs can carry me. When I reach the end, I stop and clutch the wall, trying to catch my breath and compose myself before walking back to the dining room. Wiping the tears from my face, I draw a long, steady breath, ignoring the slight shake of my body. After making sure I look calm, I walk slowly into the dining room. Everyone looks up, of course they do—the room is so quiet, like they all stopped talking when they noticed me. Tristan’s mother’s smile fades a little when she sees my face. “Roxana?” she calls softly. I force a smile. “I'm fine.” But the answer comes out too fast, too fake. Texas studies me across the table, her eyes narrowing as if she knows I'm lying. Even Tristan’s father looks up from his food, his sharp gaze roaming over me as if trying to figure out what happened. I hate it. I hate that everyone sees through me. So I do the only thing I can think of—pretend I'm fine, pretend my inside isn’t shattering for a r
Claimed by havoc Chapter 29: I’m not jealous.
Roxana I stand by the door, watching them. Tristan stands near the window, and Carmen stands directly in front of him—too close, way too f*cking close, my hands ball into fists at my sides. Why is he staring at her like that? Like she means something, like she matters more than I do. Or maybe I don't even matter at all, maybe I'm just here to be his wife. I grip the wall a little, my fingers digging into the cool surface, and it sends a chill down my spine. “You shouldn't have come back,” Tristan says, his attention entirely on her sensual, full lips—a stark contrast to my useless ones. I shouldn't feel this hurt, yet why does my heart ache so badly? Hot tears burn behind my lashes, but I'm too weak, too stunned to stop them. Carmen laughs softly, “I missed you too.” She reaches for his tie, and this time, he doesn't stop her—he lets her. Then he finally steps back a little. “Still forming a hard guy?” His jaw tightens. “Carmen.” “Relax, I'm not asking you to m
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