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Chapter 63: Where are you?
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Claimed by havoc Chapter 69: Invisible.
Tristan Nobody moves. Not until Adriano reaches the front of the De Luca family. The cemetery remains unusually silent; even the wind seems to die down. He stops in front of Matteo’s widow, lowers his head respectfully, and kisses the back of her hand. “My condolences.” His voice stays quiet, controlled, not overly emotional, but not cold either. Perfect. Almost rehearsed. The widow politely nods. One of Matteo’s sons shakes his hand, another simply stares. No smile. No warmth. Just duty. Adriano exchanges only a few words before stepping away. He doesn't linger, doesn’t try to comfort anyone. He simply… exists. Like a man who already knows everyone is watching him. Alessandro exhales beside me. “You see now?” “I do.” “What?” “He’s too comfortable.” His jaw tightens. “Exactly.” A man doesn't attend the funeral of Italy’s most powerful don looking calm unless… he expects to be standing here. Viktor quietly says beside me, “He’s coming.” “I kn
Claimed by havoc Chapter 68: Adriano.
Tristan Italy has always smelled like old money, wine, and sea salt. Gunpowder hidden beneath expensive perfume. Today, it smells like death and power. Italy doesn't bury power; it displays it. The convoy stretches for nearly a mile—black Rolls-Royces, armored SUVs, police escorts that are officially not police escorts. Every intersection has already been closed before we arrive. Helicopters circle overhead lazily—not because the government is protecting Matteo De Luca, but because half the government works for him. The cemetery is surrounded by black umbrellas despite the sky being clear. Hundreds of men stand silently—politicians, businessmen, judges, mafia bosses—men who smile for the camera and order executions before dinner. Every one of them came, not because they loved Matteo De Luca, but because they needed to know who would stand where after his death. Power leaves footprints, and everyone here follows them. I step out of the car, and the moment my shoes touch
Claimed by havoc Chapter 67: Reference.
Roxana I wake before the alarm. For a while, I simply lie there staring at the cracked ceiling. The text message from Daniel replays itself in my head. *Maria says to bring a reference and identification tomorrow before you can continue working* Identification, that’s not a problem. The problem is the other word. Reference. I sit slowly, reaching for my backpack. The passport is exactly where I hid it beneath my clothes. My fingers brush over the navy cover. At least I have this. I open it, and the photograph stares back at me. My name is written across it delicately. I slip the passport back into my bag and sit there for several long moments. Who could be my reference? Marco? The thought alone makes me sick to my stomach. Tristan? Imagine asking the man I ran away from to recommend me for a job. My mother? Marco will surely find out. I groan and drop my head into my hands, I have no one, just me. Nobody else. Nineteen years of living yet not one person I can safe
Claimed by havoc Chapter 66: I haven't moved on.
Roxana I don't stop walking until I'm several steps away from the cafe. Only then do I press both hands against the brick wall beside the entrance and lower my head. Breathe. Just breathe. My lungs refuse to cooperate. My heart is still pounding so violently it hurts. It was only a stranger. Only a man wearing the same cologne. Nothing more. Not Tristan. Not even close. So why did one familiar scent destroy me completely? I squeeze my eyes shut. “ I haven’t moved on,” I repeat. I need to stop lying to myself. It still hurts so much. I cover my mouth until a sob escapes, the cafe door opens and Daniel steps out, “ Roxana.” I hurriedly wipe my face before turning to him, “ I'm fine.” He doesn't look convinced. He walks over slowly, carrying a bottle of water. “You don't look fine.” I force a smile. “I got dizzy.” He raises an eyebrow, “From perfume?” My cheeks turn crimson, he noticed. Of course, he noticed. “ I...” the explanation dies before it reaches my mouth. What
Claimed by havoc Chapter 65: The cologne.
Roxana The alarm rings precisely at five thirty. For a foolish second, I think I'm in New York. My hand instinctively reaches toward the other side of the bed, and it touches the cold sheet. Not Tristan. Never Tristan anymore. The realization hits me before I even open my eyes. Mexico. The tiny guesthouse, the narrow mattress. I lie there for another minute, staring upward. After the alarm stops ringing, I finally push myself up. The black apron Daniel gave me yesterday hangs neatly over the back of the chair. It looks oddly important. Like proof that yesterday actually happened. Proof that someone trusted me with something. I climb off the bed and take a quick shower. The water is barely warm, but I don't complain. A week ago, I would have. A week ago, I lived in a billionaire-dollar penthouse overlooking Manhattan. Now I'm grateful the shower works. Funny how quickly people change. Or maybe... how quickly life changes them. I pull on the faded jeans and the clean shirt I b
Claimed by havoc Chapter 64: Keep looking.
Tristan The words don’t register. Not at first. I stand motionless in the middle of the ruined bedroom, my phone pressed against my ears. Glass crunches beneath my shoes. Blood drips lazily from my knuckles onto the marble floor. “Say it again.” Lucian doesn't. He doesn't need to. My gaze roams the entire bedroom for a while, Lucian finally speaks, his voice coming out low and calm, “ Matteo is dead.” The room seems to shrink, rain taps softly against the shattered bedroom window. My breathing slows. Not because I'm calm. Because my mind has already started working. “How?” “A sniper. According to the first reports.” “No,” I say firmly. Lucian falls silent. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. “No.” I repeat, “That’s how they say he died.” Another pause, “They are saying it was an assassination.” “They are wrong.” Matteo De Luca didn't survive four decades at the top of the Italian underworld only to be taken down by a lucky bullet. Men like him didn't die bec
Claimed by havoc Chapter 4: She’s mine to punish.
Tristan My phone buzzes, waking me. I ignore it, opening my eyes for a moment and staring into the blank space. It buzzes again. This time, I stretch my hand to the bedside drawer and pick it up. There are several texts from my brothers, my mother, and all the family members. *We are in your li
Claimed by havoc Chapter 3: It’s just for tonight.
RoxanaI keep turning on my bed, Aaron’s words replaying in my head. I have to leave this house tonight. That’s the only way I can escape this arranged marriage and be with the man who truly loves me.Checking the time for the hundredth time today, I get out of bed.It’s 6pm.Almost dinnertime.Onc
Claimed by havoc Chapter 2: pack a bag and meet me at my house tonight.
RoxanaI step out of the room, the paper feeling like a ticking time bomb in my hand. How on earth has my life become this? Hot tears streak my cheeks as I think of Aaron. He loves me, and getting married to Tristan would crush him. What am I going to do now? A lump forms in my throat, and I swa
Claimed by havoc Chapter 1: He’s called D’yavol— the devil.
RoxanaIs something wrong with my eyes? Or is what I'm seeing real?I stare down at the paper in front of me, blinking a few times.This can't be real. There's no way I'm getting married to Tristan Kozlov—the ruthless and dangerous first son of the Kozlov Russian mafia. I know my stepfather is try
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