My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance
Parker S. Huntington & L.J. Shen
My fairy tale turned into a cautionary one.
Inked in tar and sealed in tears.
From Wall Street Journal bestsellers L.J. Shen and Parker S. Huntington comes an explosive marriage of inconvenience...between a tarnished Romeo and a reluctant Juliet.
It was supposed to be a harmless kiss at a lavish debutante ball.
A clandestine moment with a handsome stranger.
But unlike his namesake, my Romeo isn’t driven by love.
He’s fueled by revenge.
To him, I’m a chess piece. Leverage.
His rival’s betrothed.
To me, he is a man deserving of poison.
A dark prince I refuse to marry.
He thinks I’ll accept my fate.
Well, I plan to rewrite it.
And in my story, Juliet doesn’t die.
But Romeo? He perishes.
Authors’ Note: My Dark Romeo is the first novel in the decadent Dark Prince Road world.
Trigger Warning
This is a dark romance and may contain triggering content. For a full list of triggers, visit: shor.by/MDRtriggers
To all the girls eager to marry a grumpy, tortured billionaire… This one’s not for you.
“Thus with a kiss I die.”
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, ROMEO AND JULIET
Soundtrack
Starphucker — Beauty School Dropout heartbreak honeymoon — Mad Tsai I’m Not Sorry — Dean & Eric Bellinger Lover Like Me — CL
Take What You What — ONE OK ROCK ft. 5 Seconds of Summer favorite crime — Olivia Rodrigo WE MADE PLANS & GOD LAUGHED — Beauty School Dropout Wedding Dress — TAEYANG
Strawberries and Wine — Jaylon Ashaun Easier — 5 Seconds of Summer End Game — Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran, & Future HABIBI (MY LOVE) — Faouzia
Control — Halsey
Born Without a Heart — Faouzia The Happiest Girl — BLACKPINK
Crush — Yuna & Usher
Oceans & Engines — NIKI
Si Fueras Mia — D.O.
Lay Your Head on Me — Crush
Time — The Rose
Die for You — Beauty School Dropout Bonnie & Clyde — YUQI
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I always assumed my life was a romance novel. That between my pages nestled a happily ever after.
It never occurred to me that I miscategorized my genre. That it could be a horror story. A blood-chilling thriller.
Then Romeo Costa typhooned into my world, ripping off my rose-colored glasses.
He taught me darkness.
He taught me strength.
Most importantly, he delivered the cruelest lesson of all—there’s beauty in every beast. Thorns in every rose. And a love story can blossom—even from the carcass of hate.
“Oh, Lord, they weren’t bluffing, were they? He really is in town.” Emilie latched on to my wrist, coffin nails sinking into the tan flesh.
“So is Oliver von Bismarck.” Savannah extended her arm. “Someone pinch me.”
I did so with pleasure.
“Ow, Dal. Stop being so literal.”
I shrugged, fixing my attention on the catering beside us. The real reason I’d appeared at the debutante ball tonight.
I plucked a chocolate-covered pomelo peel from a crystal tray and crushed it between my teeth, savoring the bitter-sour nectar.
God wasn’t a man.
God wasn’t a woman, either.
God was probably a piece of Godiva-covered fruit.
“What are they doing here? They’re not even from the South.” Emilie stole Sav’s debutante program and fanned her face. “And they’re definitely not here to meet women. Both are die-hard bachelors. Didn’t Costa dump a whole-ass Swedish princess last summer?”
“As opposed to a partial-ass Swedish princess?” I wondered aloud.
“Dal.”
Where were the Portuguese custard tarts?
I was promised Portuguese custard tarts.
“You said there’d be pastéis de nata.” I snatched a consolation prize—melopita—and waved it at Emilie. “Serves me right for trusting you again.”
Her hawk eyes caught me slipping two Polish donuts into my bag. “Dal, you can’t hide that in your Chanel. You’ll ruin the calfskin.”
Sav shoved a frantic fist into her clutch, retrieving a tube of lipstick. “I heard von Bismarck is in town to buy Le Fleur.”
Jenna’s daddy owned Le Fleur. They manufactured percale sheets for five-diamond hotels. In eighth grade, Emilie and I ran away from home and slept in their showroom for a week before our daddies found us.
“What does he need Le Fleur for?” I picked a kanafeh next, my back still to the mythical creatures my best friends had collectively lost their minds over.
Judging by the urgent whispers around us, they were not the only ones.