Wicked Proposal

Would you sleep with a villain to give your son a good life?

I’m a single mama.

And since the day my son was born, I’ve made one promise:

Never, ever miss a bedtime.

Then the devil offered me a million dollars to change my mind.

I said no.

Actually, I said hell no.

But then I started thinking about the holes in my son’s shoes… the growl in his empty belly on the nights I couldn’t even afford ramen…

… and I started to wonder what would happen if I took the deal.

One night.

One night on the arm of Yulian Lozhkin, the most arrogant, beautiful, condescending, filthy...

Would you sleep with a villain to give your son a good life?

I’m a single mama.

And since the day my son was born, I’ve made one promise:

Never, ever miss a bedtime.

Then the devil offered me a million dollars to change my mind.

I said no.

Actually, I said hell no.

But then I started thinking about the holes in my son’s shoes… the growl in his empty belly on the nights I couldn’t even afford ramen…

… and I started to wonder what would happen if I took the deal.

One night.

One night on the arm of Yulian Lozhkin, the most arrogant, beautiful, condescending, filthy rich S.O.B. that the city of New York has ever spat out.

In return, all my troubles would go away.

Or so he said.

But one night with Yulian wasn’t the end of my troubles—it was just the beginning of them.