All Chapters of Craving His Father’s Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LOTTIE“Give it back, Viktor.”He stood beside my bed with the small packet between his fingers, looking at it as though it were something filthy he had just pulled from a drain. I had barely managed to hide it before he walked into my room, but apparently, I had been too slow. His eyes moved from the packet to me, and the disappointment in his expression irritated me more than anger would have.“You knew I was coming back for it.”“I knew you were hiding something.”I pushed myself off the bed and held out my hand.“Then give it to me.”Viktor slipped the packet into the inside pocket of his jacket instead. The movement was calm enough to make my temper flare.“That belongs to me.”“It belonged to you.”“You have no right to take my things.”“I have every right to stop you from destroying yourself in my father’s house.”My laugh came out bitter as I folded my arms.“So that’s what this is? You’re suddenly concerned about me because I’m living under your father’s roof?”His jaw tighte

VIKTOR“Send me everything you have on Nevaeh Parker, and I want her birth records included.”Keon was silent for a moment before answering.“Are you sure you want me digging this deep?”“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”I ended the call and stared at the photograph on my desk. Nevaeh was only six, standing outside her school with a small backpack hanging from one shoulder, but there was something about her face that had bothered me since Keon sent the picture. It was not simply that Lottie cared about the child or that someone had been watching the school. There was something familiar about the girl, something I could not place, and the longer I studied the photograph, the stronger the feeling became.I enlarged the image and looked at Nevaeh’s eyes. They were dark, almost the same shade as mine, and the shape was familiar too. The resemblance could have been nothing. Children looked like people all the time. Still, I could not shake the feeling that I had seen those features some

LOTTIE“Who is that?”The question came from Viktor, but I was too stunned to answer as the black car stopped outside the mansion gates and two men stepped out. One of them remained beside the vehicle while the other walked toward the entrance, speaking briefly to one of the guards before handing him an envelope.My eyes stayed on the car.Something about it made the hairs on my arms rise, especially after Luca’s call and the warning he had given me.Viktor moved closer to the terrace railing.“Stay here.”I turned toward him.“Why?”He was already heading for the door.“Because I don’t know who they are.”I followed him anyway, but he stopped me with a look that made me slow down.“Lottie, stay upstairs.”“I want to know what is happening.”“So do I, which is why you need to stay out of it until I do.”He disappeared inside before I could argue.I remained on the terrace, watching the men through the glass doors until the guard carried the envelope into the house. A few minutes later

VIKTOR “Keon, cancel everything.” I stood beside the terrace doors with my phone pressed to my ear, staring at the dark garden below. Lottie had gone upstairs less than twenty minutes ago, but I had barely been able to think since his message came through. “The Parkers already left their house. Someone got to them before our driver arrived.” My grip tightened around the phone. “Where are they now?” “We’re trying to find out. The driver we sent never reached them. His car was found abandoned two streets away.” I turned away from the glass doors. “Did anyone see Nevaeh?” “No confirmation yet.” “Find her.” “I’m already working on it.” I ended the call and stood there, trying to control the anger building inside me. The meeting had been arranged carefully, the location was private, the driver had been instructed not to mention my name, and only three people knew enough about the plan to interfere with it. Lottie, me, and the Parkers. None of them had betrayed the arrangement

LOTTIE“Nevaeh is named in my inheritance documents.”I stared at Igor as though I had stopped understanding the language around me. The folder remained open beneath my hands, but the words on the page blurred together as my mind struggled to understand what he had just said. Nevaeh had spent six years hidden from me, and now I was sitting inside the Morozov mansion while Igor calmly told me that my daughter had been included in his inheritance. I looked toward Viktor, hoping his expression would somehow make sense of it, but even he appeared stunned by the revelation. His eyes remained fixed on the document while his jaw tightened, and for the first time since I had met him again, he looked as lost as I felt.“You put my daughter in your will?”Igor leaned back against his chair, his breathing heavier than before, but his gaze remained steady.“I did.”I looked down at the document again and forced myself to read the clause properly. Nevaeh’s full name appeared beneath a list of bene