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Chapter 72: The blonde.
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Claimed by havoc Chapter 72: The blonde.
Tristan By sunrise, New York has become a hunting ground, not for criminals, but for one woman. “ Again.” The surveillance footage restarts, Roxana steps out of the café, looks over her shoulder, walks, then runs. I have watched the same thirty-seven seconds so many times that I know every moment by heart. The panic that the guards finally notice she’s leaving while she pushes the emergency door open. The way she grabs the strap of her bag. The moment she decides, she doesn't look back, doesn't look guilty. Only determined. My jaw tightens. She planned this. Maybe not for weeks. Maybe not for months. But somewhere between the shopping trip and the café, she chose to leave me. The thought alone is enough to make something twist in my chest. “Brother,” Dmitry steps into the study. “We’ve got the taxi.” I stand immediately, “Show me.” The driver is in his late sixties, terrified. He wrings his cap between trembling hands while two of my men stand beside him. “I… I… didn't kno
Claimed by havoc Chapter 71: Memory.
Roxana The man steps off the curb, right towards me, my heartbeat stutters. No. No. For one suspended moment, the whole world freezes. He’s wearing a dark suit. Black tie. Polished shoes. The kind of clothes every man around Tristan wore. He can't be here, New York is thousands of miles away from here, and Italy is even farther. I crossed the ocean. I changed countries. I changed my life. He can't be here. Then why does it feel like my nightmare just stepped off the street? Every instinct screams at me to run. I don't think, I don't ask questions. I turn and run. “ Roxana!” Daniel’s voice echoes behind me, I don't stop. My bag slams against my side, and my lungs burn almost immediately. People curse as I shove past them. Someone grabs my arm. I yank free before I even realize it’s only an old woman trying to steady herself. “ I'm sorry!” I don't even know if she understands. I keep running, car horns, I barely avoid stepping into traffic. My chest feels tight. The w
Claimed by havoc Chapter 70: Rejection.
Tristan The flight from Italy lands just after midnight, and nobody speaks during the drive back to the estate. Not Viktor. Not Nikolai. The silence irritates me more than words ever could. If whatever Dmitry found has to be proof that Belladonna took my wife, I'm going to kill him. Painfully, slowly. If it’s another person, the person will beg for death before I allow it. The image of Roxana bound, scared, crying slips into my head and my knuckles clench unconsciously over the handkerchief I'm holding. I don't know what the fuck he has to say that he couldn't say over the phone. The gate to the estate slides open, and the mansion is brightly lit despite the hour. Too many cars. Too many guards. Too many people I hired to search the whole world for her. I walk inside, no greetings. No questions. The study doors are already open. Dmitry, Lucian, and Texas are already waiting. The moment I see her, I stop. Her face is swollen and red. She has obviously been crying. When
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 5: Tonight, I'm claiming you.
Roxana I slam my hand over my mouth to stop from screaming as the scene unfolds before me. Tears choke me. My knees buckle, and my entire body shakes uncontrollably. Is this a nightmare? A lump forms in my throat. I can already feel wetness staining my cheeks. This is the man I love so much—th
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
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