All Chapters of Claimed by havoc : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 swallow it hard. Lost in thought, the long corridor seems to spin around me. I don’t realize I've reached the staircase until I slip and fall hard. Pain explodes through my body, making me shudder. I let out a whimper, unable to stand. Just then, Zendaya passes by and stops to mock me, laughing sarcastically. I snap my eyes shut, drawing a deep breath. The entire hall feels cold against my skin, the dark hallway adding to the pain spreading through me. “Is there a problem, little sister? Or do you just wish to lie on the ground like the animal you are?” Her heels click on the marble floor as she circles me with her arms folded. I try to get up, my vision blurring for a moment. I press my

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 living room, what the f*ck are you still doing in bed?* That’s from my brother, Lucian. *Oh my sweet Tristan, we are all waiting for you at the hall. Your father is getting anxious* From my mother.*Tristan, Luca, and the others are finally captured, you need to take care of them after today* from my father. *Come the f*ck out, brother, we are waiting for you* *Congratulations* *We can’t wait to see the bride* *When is your bride arriving?* *We are rooting for you, Tristan* The text messages seem endless, so I switch off my phone. Then I release a breath. I almost forgot I'm getting married today. My gaze lands on the clock on the wall; it’s almost 11am. That jolts my body to

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.” Without waiting for my response, he does something that totally shocks me out of my skin. Tristan throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carries me out of Aaron’s apartment. Panic creeps in. What’s he going to do to me? Not until we get outside do I notice three separate luxurious cars are waiting. Aaron and his lover are being held ruthlessly by his brothers, pushed into separate cars. Aaron’s mouth is already bloody. And deep down, it might sound crazy or stupid, but I feel a little tingle of vindication spreading through me, sure they are about to face the worst situation of their lives. And you too. A voice in my head whispers, making me flinch because

Tristan I notice the gasps first, then the curious glances directed toward the entrance of the church. What's going on? I turn my head toward the entrance, and my jaw drops. Roxana is walking in, flowing inside the wedding dress I got for her. Her long hair is pulled into a tight bun, with diamond hairpins scattered across it. I've seen beautiful women before—hundreds of them. Models, actresses, daughters of billionaires, even mafia princesses. Women who spend hours trying to impress me. But none of them manage to hold my attention for more than a few seconds. So why the hell can't I stop looking at my wife? My wife. The words echo inside my head, and something dark and possessive spreads through me like fiery stars. I watch her walk down the aisle, the gown flowing behind her with each step—slowly. Carefully. As if every step means something important. Most men trail their eyes over her hungrily, some swallow. My knuckles are too white beside me from clenc

Roxana I expected him to enter a terrifying room filled with strange, bizarre objects, given what I had just seen outside. I even prepared myself for it, but the room he enters makes my jaw drop. Tristan carries me into a huge master bedroom decorated with luxurious furniture and designs, and I almost fainted. The bedroom is so large that I start to wonder why a bedroom this size exists; three of my rooms put together wouldn't compare. The furniture screams luxury—crimson red—with curtains that sway softly by the window, while the green bed sheets stand out in the room. The scent of leather lingers in the air, and the crimson furniture almost looks blood-stained beneath the dim light. Then my eyes catch the paintings on the wall, and a wave of fear washes over me. There are various erotic paintings—one shows two naked people entwined, while another depicts a woman chained to a metal bed, with a man holding a whip in front of her. Her face is twisted in pleasure, and so is hi