All Chapters of Claimed by havoc : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

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 trying to play a prank on me.A dry nervous laugh bubbles in my throat. "Are you kidding me?"He's silent, his eyes cold as ever.Hatred seems to seep from his every pore. I know his loathing for me runs deep, but this... this can't be happening.My eyes fall on my older stepsister sitting a few feet away. She's more beautiful and older.I'm just nineteen, with ugly scars on my back. A familiar shame creeps up my skin as I look at them.What if Tristan sees them? What if he rejects me because I'm not the perfect wife he wants? A shiver runs down my spine. What if he ends up hurting me?He kills people without a second thought. Men like him are the stuff of my nightmares, people I’ve been taught

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.Once my parents and Zendaya go to dinner, I will slip out through the back door and head straight to Aaron’s.My feet slap against the warm rug of my room as I walk into the closet.Packing a few of my clothes into a backpack, I place the bag on the bed.My hands shake as I zip it up. I heave a sigh.My eyes scan my room, the familiar fragrance filling my nose, and I briefly close my eyes to breathe it in deeply.I can’t believe I'm leaving everything behind tonight.On my dressing table are my favorite romance novels.I go over and run my fingertips across them. My heart tightens in my chest.They’re the only things I’ll miss.I open the first book.“ The beast’s angelic pet”It’s one of my fa

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—the man I gave up everything for, with another woman on the bed. Naked. She’s bent over in front of him, grasping the bed sheet while Aaron is behind her, thrusting into her. I can’t believe my eyes. My entire world is crashing down at my feet, and I can't do anything but watch. Memories flood my mind. On that same bed, Aaron and I shared passionate nights. The way he’d whisper those sweet, assuring words into my ears, promising we’d spend forever together, that nothing in the world could separate us. Now he’s busy ravaging another woman on it. A woman he claimed was his distant cousin who came by the last time I was at his house. I saw her in the kitchen, putting on his shirt while

Roxana I press my hand to my chest, trying to contain the wild thumping. “Are you defying me, dear bride?” I shake my head. “Now do what I told you to.” I have no choice; I must do as he wants, or he might do something truly bad to me. Trembling, I slowly begin removing my oversized top. Suddenly, the door yanks open, and his mother enters, raising her brow at us. “What are you two doing?” Tristan looks down at me and smirks, “We are getting dressed.” “You must be out of your mind. Can you leave now and let the girl hurry with dressing?” Without another word, he quietly leaves, but not before sparing me one last glance that makes my body shudder. When he finally slams the door, I almost collapse onto the marble floor, taking a deep breath. “Is everything okay?” she asks, concern creasing her face. “Yes, ma’am.” “Alright, let’s get you dressed. Shall we?” “You don't need to stress yourself; I’ll do it myself.” She hesitates. “Are you sure? What about th