All Chapters of Craving His Father’s Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

VIKTOR“Keon, what happened?”I listened as he explained, my expression tightening with every word. He had discovered another message from Luca, this time sent directly to Lottie’s private number, and the timing made it obvious that the Rossi family had already heard about the inheritance. They had wasted no time trying to turn Igor’s decision into another weapon against us. I ended the call and looked at Lottie, who was still standing beside the desk with the lawyer’s words hanging over her. Twelve months. She had just been told that she could lose the larger portion of her inheritance if she left the mansion before the year was over, and judging by the look on her face, she was beginning to understand exactly what my father had done. She would have to remain under the same roof as me, work beside me, and deal with everything this family brought with it for an entire year. I should have been bothered by the thought of having her around for that long, but instead, an unexpected calm s

VIKTOR The door swung open with a loud bang. My brothers rushed into the room. Peppe was first. His face was red and his jaw was tight. Dario walked right behind him, looking cold too. Leo came last, running a hand through his hair like he could not believe what was happening. They knew our father was dead. But they were mad about something else. They were mad about Lottie. Lottie stood close to me. Her hand held my arm. “Where is she?” Peppe shouted. His voice bounced off the walls. He looked right at Lottie like a wolf looking at a rabbit. “Where is the gold-digger who thinks she can sit in our father’s chair?” “Watch your mouth, Peppe,” I said. I stepped in front of Lottie. My voice was low and hard. “My mouth?” Peppe laughed. It was an ugly sound. He threw his hands up. “Our father is not even cold, and you are protecting her? He gave the whole company to his young wife? Are you crazy, Viktor? To some girl who just walked in here a few months ago?” “She is not some girl,”

VIKTOR I yank the study door open, my boots slamming hard against the wood paneling as I race down the corridor. Vittoria charges toward me from the stairs, her face pale, her hands shaking. "Viktor! Get in there now! Lottie just collapsed! She passed out on the floor!" I shove past her without a word, taking long strides into the study. Lottie lies sprawled beside the overturned chair, her skin grey, her eyes shut tight. I drop to my knees, sliding across the rug, and hook my arms beneath her shoulders. "Lottie. Open your eyes. Look at me." Her eyelids flutter, her lips parting as she takes a ragged, shallow breath. "Viktor..." she whispers, her fingers clutching weakly at my shirt. "I have her," I snap over my shoulder as the household staff crowds the doorway. "Call Doctor Hayes. Right now! Tell him to bring his bag and move his damn feet!" Minutes later, the doctor bursts through the double doors, huffing and clutching his leather case. He drops beside us on the floor, pres

VIKTOR“No.. No, you have to leave.” She pushed at my chest, but I knew Lottie was stronger than that. I pulled away from her lips, panting, and my hands came down to her ass.My duck was rock hard in my pants, and I knew that despite the need in her eyes, she was going to make this hard for us. Her nipples were hard against my chest, and her body felt hotter to the touch. “You want me to leave?” I asked, even if I truly didn’t want the answer to that. She nodded quickly, then stepped back, away from me. Lottie peered at me under her lashes, and shifted from foot to foot with her hands placed on the dresser table behind her. I moved closer, regardless. I could be the horniest piece of shit in the world when it came to her. Made me lose my mind. “Vik, I said no.”“About running away with me, of letting me touch you?” I whispered against her face, tipping her chin up.She muttered, “Both.”“And if I reach between your thighs, you’re not wet for me?”She rolled her eyes. “I’m always w

LOTTIE“Then where is she?”“I don’t know!”My voice broke on the last word, and I took a step back, shaking my head as though she could somehow see me.“Please, you have to believe me. I don’t know where she is. I swear I don’t.”“Then you should have no problem explaining yourself to the cops.” The call ended at that.I stared at my phone, waiting for it to ring again, waiting for Mrs. Parker to call back and tell me that this was all some terrible mistake. Maybe a prank? But the screen remained silent.Nevaeh was missing.Someone had taken her in the middle of the night, and somehow I was being accused of being responsible. I tried to take a breath, but my chest felt strangely tight.No. No, this couldn’t be happening. I was already struggling to keep myself together because of Igor’s sudden death. And now…I pressed a hand against my chest and tried to breathe again, but my lungs seemed to have forgotten how to work. I sucked in a breath, only for another to catch painfully in my