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Chapter 41: The idiot.
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Claimed by havoc Chapter 43: You look nervous.
RoxanaFor the first few seconds after I wake up, I refuse to open my eyes. If I don't, maybe today won't come. Maybe Tristan won't leave. Maybe yesterday was just another strange dream.I let out a sigh before finally forcing my eyes open; the first thing I see is not an empty bed. It’s him.Tristan.My heart nearly drops—Tristan is sitting by the window, one leg crossed over the other, already dressed in a charcoal black suit.The morning sun spills across the room, painting one side of his face in gold while the other remains in shadow.A thick file rests on his lap, a phone lies on the small table beside him, and his gun is holstered beneath his jacket. He looks like a man preparing for a war. Yet somehow, his eyes are fixed on me.“You have been staring at me?” I mumble, my voice still sounding sleepy.“I’ve been waiting.”I blink. “I thought you’d already left.”“I want to take you there myself.”A warm feeling blooms in my chest. “Oh, I see.”He smirks slightly, “Yeah. So get d
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 23: Men are so confusing.
Roxana He doesn’t want me. He made it clear last night. Everything he does shows it. The thoughts stick to my head like a plague, tormenting me. When I wake up, the bed is empty again. It has become normal for him to disappear before I wake up. I even doubt he slept in this bed at all. I stare
Claimed by havoc Chapter 22: Am i not good enough in bed?
Roxana My brain stops functioning for a foolish second. I bite the inside of my cheeks, trying to make sense of everything that’s happening. Tristan just called me beautiful. The butterflies rumbling deep in my stomach intensify. “ Say the word Roxana, tell me you want me, that you want my d*c
Claimed by havoc Chapter 21: Liar
Roxana “Why are you staring at me like that?” I ask, feeling a sharp tingling sensation running along my skin. His gaze doesn't leave mine, “ Like what?” “‘Like you are trying to figure something out, “' I let out a nervous laugh, “ You know for a second I might actually think you want me.”
Claimed by havoc Chapter 19: I’ve just begun.
Tristan I arrive at Oliana, an underground strip club I own, and park outside, stepping out and Texas Swiftly follows. The moment I head for the entrance, the atmosphere shifts. The bass hits the floor. Not loud to me, just there. A vibration curls through polished wood and bodies pre
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