Would you sleep with a villain to give your son a good life?
Im a single mama.
And since the day my son was born, Ive 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 sons shoes the growl in his empty belly on the nights I couldnt 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 wasnt the end of my troubles—it was just the beginning of them.
