All Chapters of Craving His Father’s Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LOTTIE“I’m here for my child! Bring me Nevaeh!”My voice came out louder than I expected, but I didn’t care. I stood outside Papa's house with a gun in my hand and two of his men lying on the ground near the gate. One was groaning and holding his leg, while the other had already stopped trying to get up. I had warned them to let me through, but they had laughed in my face and told me to go home to my husband. Clearly, they hadn’t understood how serious I was.“Put the gun down, ma’am!” another guard shouted, pointing his weapon at me.“Bring my daughter out, and I’ll consider it!” I yelled back, tightening my grip on the gun Vee had given me. My hands were sweating, and the weight of the weapon felt heavier with every passing second, but I refused to let them see how nervous I was. “I’m not leaving here without Nevaeh, so you can either take me to her or get out of my way!”The man glanced at his colleague before looking at me again. “You can’t just walk into this house and start sho

LOTTIE The drive back to the mansion was silent. I sat beside Viktor, watching the lights outside the window as his driver took us through the gates. We had spent hours chasing a lead that had brought us nothing. No Nevaeh. No sign of where my father had taken her. Not even a useful clue. I had hoped we would find her before the night ended. Instead, I was going home without my daughter for another night. Viktor’s hand rested on my thigh, his thumb moving across the fabric of my dress. He had barely spoken since we left the empty house, and I knew he was as angry as I was. “That man is going to regret this,” he said at last. I turned to him. “Which man? My father or the bastard who gave you that address?” “Both.” I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that we would find Nevaeh, bring her home, and make everyone who had a hand in this pay for it. But wanting something did not make it happen. “What if Papa has already taken her out of the country?” Viktor’s han

LOTTIE The next morning, I was still getting ready when a knock came at the bedroom door. Viktor stood near the window, fastening the buttons on his shirt. He turned toward the door and told whoever was outside to come in. One of the staff stepped inside, keeping her eyes lowered. “Mr. Morozov, Mrs. Rossi is downstairs. She says she needs to speak with Lottie.” My hands stopped moving. “My mother?” “Yes, ma’am. She’s asking to see you.” I turned toward Viktor, who had already stopped fastening his shirt. “Did she say why she’s here?” he asked. “No, sir. She only said it was important.” The woman left after Viktor dismissed her, and I stared at the doorway long after it had closed. My mother had never been one to visit without a reason. In all the years I had spent trying to earn her affection, I could count on one hand the number of times she had come to me without wanting something. Even the first time she came up my room in London… “What do you think she wan

LOTTIE“Eat your breakfast, Lottie,” Mamma said, setting a plate of steaming food on the table.I looked down at the eggs and warm bread she had prepared. She had spent the entire morning in the kitchen, moving around with quiet care, trying to act like a dutiful mother. Her bruises were still visible against her skin, but her hands were steady as she placed a cup of tea near my plate.“You need your strength today,” she added, pulling her chair out to sit across from me. “It is your first day at the company. Your father always said the Morozov family expects total focus from their people.”“Yeah,” I said. I picked up my fork and moved the eggs around the plate. I had no appetite, but the smell of the spices was strong. “He wants me to understand how the shipping routes run.”“And you will,” Mamma said, her lips curving into a brief smile that did not reach her eyes. “You are smart, Lottie. You just need to show them you belong at that table. Take a bite. I made it just the way you us

LOTTIEThe hours that followed passed in pieces.There were examinations, blood tests, and questions about when the bleeding had started. A nurse helped me change out of my bloodstained clothes while another checked my vital signs. They asked if I had experienced any pain before that morning, whether I had taken any medication, and what I had eaten.I answered as best I could, but my mind kept returning to the same thought.My baby.The timing was terrible with him or her, and the circumstances were worse. There were too many secrets, too many people who would never forgive us if they discovered the truth.I had never wished for this, but now that it was here… I wanted it.The doctor explained that they needed an ultrasound to determine what was happening.I lay on the bed with my hands clasped over my stomach, staring at the ceiling while they moved me from one examination room to another. I kept waiting for someone to tell me the bleeding was normal, that the pain would pass, and th