Weeks after her husband died the doctor had to be summoned for Lolita. She had contracted a case of the measles and her home had to be quarantined. Dr. de la Déchirure was contacted and had been offered a great deal of money to remain as her caregiver. Everyone thought that Lolita would follow suit to her death as her husband, but she fought like the dickens. There was no way she had come this far to lose to life now. For weeks she had run a very high fever and was in and out of sleep.
Dr. de la Dechirure tended her delicately like she was his very own wife. It had been no secret to his friends how much he loved Lolita when he came every day to see her late husband. He also had been secretly happy when her husband had passed. The good doctor hoped that they might marry after her mourning period. De la Dechirure had suggested it many times to her and she scoffed at his advances. Her future plans had no room for another interfering husband.
After a month had passed Lolita started to get better. A toll had been taken on her home and three of the staff had died. Dr. de la Dechirure was now passionately in love with Lolita. When she would sleep he would steal a kiss and place his hands under her gown. He had an idea of how to make her permanently his and promised himself he would continue those plans in the name of love.
Every day he got more forward with Lolita and her body and one night he gave her an extra dose of his potion so she would sleep more soundly. While Lolita slept Dr. de la Dechirure had his way with her. Not once, not twice but three times. He was positive once their child started growing in her belly she would be forced to marry him.
Two weeks later Lolita was better and sitting outside daily as de la Dechirure was sent home because he now had the measles. Two days later he died and Lolita had no idea what he had done to her without her consent. She was too busy making plans for the things she was going to unleash on the city. When she found her belly expanding she realized that evil had been performed on her first.
She began to tell people that she had found herself with child when her husband had died. Lolita had not a care in the world what others thought. She never did. She had gone through a lot when she married the young master of the house so nothing could be worse. Every day she begged the Devil to help her and in gratitude she would give him her first born child. Surely he would see she was worthy and help her. She bought books that were hidden in the back of bookstores trying everything she could so evil would help her.
A midwife was summoned one dark night and after hours of painful labour she bore a son. She called him Jean Louis Jacques because she could not think of another name and she just didn't care. She looked at the baby and with dark eyes, handed him to her new governess called Emily. Coldly she said,
"Take him and raise him as your own as I have no passion for him."
With that she rolled on her other side and had tears in her eyes. No one, not even a child was going to stop her. She summoned her lawyer and when he walked in she said to him,
" I need you to put it back together. Please help me get my mother's wishes completed."