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Chapter 57: Stop loving him.
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Claimed by havoc Chapter 59: Wait for me.
Tristan “Mother,” I say before I can stop there. My mother doesn't move, she stands a few feet away from me, crying, not speaking. Then her eyes slowly move over me. Too slowly, as though she’s trying to convince herself she’s looking at me, not another person. Frustration slowly grows in my chest, “What the fuck happened?” She moves now, slowly towards me, in a way that makes my brow rise slightly. Then her eyes lock onto mine, she looks at me, really looks at me. Not the blood drying across my hand. Not the cracked wall. Not the untouched whiskey sitting on the desk. Me. Her lips part. Nothing comes out. Then her eyes fall on the beard shadow darkening my jaw. My shirt is still the one I wore to Italy. The sleeves are rolled up unevenly. Blood stains the cuffs. My tie disappeared somewhere between the airport and the cafe. I don't even remember taking it off. The cigarette between my fingers was burned almost to the filter. I never took another drag. She takes in
Claimed by havoc Chapter 58: Roxana.
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 28: Tell me what?
Roxana “Tell me what?” I repeat. What the hell is she talking about? Tristan growls beside me, “ Carmen.” Then she shrugs like it’s no big deal, “What! I was just having a conversation with your wife.” Grinding his teeth, he says, “Why don't you get the f*ck and look for something else to do?”
Claimed by havoc Chapter 18: Why do I even care?
Roxana I walk toward the kitchen, my stomach growling with every step. When I reach the door, I freeze. Texas is casually cooking as any normal person would. In fact, she’s singing and dancing, doing everything effortlessly. My legs feel glued to the floor, and my heart starts pounding. Th
Claimed by havoc Chapter 17: My room. My wife.
TristanRoxana bites her lips. Her chest rises and falls. Probably scared.For a while, I stare at her, trying to make sense of what she just said. “Marco disvirgined you? Hurt you so many times and gave you these ugly scars?”She nods. “Please don't hurt anybody because of me.”I laugh, low. But t
Claimed by havoc Chapter 13: Why are you so cruel?
Roxana My heart pounds against my ribs as the knocking persists. I can't believe this is how I'm going to die. Tristan moves away from me. “What the f*ck are you doing, Nikolai? Want to listen to me f*cking my wife?” The man by the door says, a slight tremor in his voice, “The elders are waiting
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