Craving His Father’s Wife

LOTTIE“This is insane.” I muttered under my breath, even more sober now that I was finally handed a bouquet of flowers, standing in what used to be my bedroom years ago.We landed in Sicily two hours earlier, where I met a swarm of stylists ready to glam me up for the wedding at Papa’s mansion. Mamma made me wash myself two times to get off ‘the stink’, and my skin felt raw from too much scrubbing. Brushed thrice as well. Oh, and also concealed some of my tattoos with a foundation.My wedding dress was a bit loose on my body, the shoes too. Mamma had me wearing Felicia’s clothes, threatening every step of the preparation. She blamed me for the bones on my body, cussed me for taking drugs so much. But I only started because of them. Because they took my ‘bastard’ away from me, they took my love away from me…Where Felicia was the perfect, gorgeous daughter with brown bouncy curls, hazel green eyes and tempting curves, I was… me. Jet black hair, crazy blue eyes and a skinny frame whic

LOTTIE Mom sent a picture this morning from the Parkers, and under it, she wrote a single text; BEHAVE. I’d tried to call the Parkers more times than one, but they’d not answered any of my calls since I got married yesterday. I almost had a panic attack, and Igor had insisted on sharing a room, so I had to pick up my stash and go somewhere else to distract myself. I was taking this sudden change better than I thought until now. Maybe it was the drugs, but still. Two nights ago, I was a single hot woman in London, and today I was married to a seventy years old man I barely knew in Sicily. Plus now, he was here. The only man I’d ever loved… and he hated me. It was enough to make anyone lose their minds, but apparently not enough for me. Fuck, I needed to gather my stash. I rushed back and sniffed some of the good stuff off the ground, gathering the rest in my hand. I rushed back to the bedroom I shared with Igor, halting a few feet away when I heard Vikor’s voice from th