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Chapter 53: My wife.
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TristanThe office smells of rain, wet leather, gun oil. Blood. Not fresh blood—mine. The cut across my palm has dried into a dark line, but every time I close my fist, it splits open again. I barely notice. I haven't slept, I haven't eaten. Every time I close my eyes, I see her coffee cup—cold, untouched. I imagine her terrified, in tears. Something snaps inside me, and I clench my knuckles until they hurt.The elevator dings, footsteps echo. Lucian enters first, Nikolai behind him, then Marco. Viktor walks in last. The moment I see Marco, something hot claws my throat. For one terrifying second, I actually imagine wrapping both hands around his neck—breaking it, ending him.My finger twitches slightly. I force my hands open—not yet. Not until I find her.The office door closes; nobody speaks.Marco tries to smile, and it dies before it fully forms. He already knows, remembers the last time—the torture, weeks in the hospital, the empire I burned to the ground. The fortune I eras
Claimed by havoc Chapter 57: Stop loving him.
Roxana The moment the plane touches down on the runway, my stomach twists so hard I think I might get sick. The passengers around me start unfastening their seatbelts and chatting excitedly about vacations and family visits. I don't move. I simply stare through the small oval window. Mexico. I'm really here—thousands of miles away from New York, miles away from Tristan. The thought should comfort me, but instead, it hurts. The cabin door opens, and people begin filling through the aisle. I force myself to stand, one step at a time. Every movement feels unreal, like I'm walking through someone else's life. The airport buzzes with voices I barely understand. Spanish flows around me in rapid bursts. An announcement echoes overhead. Children laugh, suitcases roll across polished floors. It’s loud and unfamiliar. I pull the brim of my baseball cap lower and tighten my grip on my backpack. "Keep walking. Don't look nervous," I mutter to myself. The immigration line stretches f
Claimed by havoc Chapter 56: For now.
Tristan The moment the jet touches down in New York, the cabin door hasn't even finished opening before I'm already walking out. Cold air slams into my face. Black SUVs wait in a perfect line across the private runway, and more than thirty men stand beside them. Every single one lowers his head. No one speaks; the atmosphere itself feels wrong. Too quiet, too tense—because they all know something has happened to my wife. Dmitry falls into step beside me. “Every private airstrip has been alerted. Every harbor is being watched. We’ve contacted our people in the neighboring states.” I don't respond; instead, I walk as though the entire ground is trembling beneath my feet. The convoy speeds out of the airport, not toward the penthouse but the cafe. Throughout the ride, I stare out the window, every passing street tightening my chest. She has been here—breathing this air, walking these roads. Then, nothing. No trace, no body, no ransom—nothing. The SUV stops. Before the dr
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
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Claimed by havoc Chapter 9: You will find out soon.
Roxana My breath catches in my throat. Am I hallucinating? What kind of horror movie is this? Someone should wake me up, please. I pinch myself to be sure I'm not losing my mind, and a sharp pain tingles where I pinched, confirming I am here. Not hallucinating. Not dreaming. My eyes flick to
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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.
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