“Please, help me,” I quietly ask Yara Rozin. “I hate him. He despises me.” “And what about that?” “I need to get custody of the children. They’re in a children’s home right now. They’re terribly unhappy there.” “And what does that have to do with me?” “YOU ARE THEIR FATHER.” “I’m infertile, doll. But the attempt to con me—impressive,” my worst nightmare grins.
I’ll get what I want— even if I have to make a deal with this terrible scoundrel.