My Dark Romeo

Some Romeos deserve to die. And fairy tales turn into cruel cautionary tales. It was supposed to be an innocent kiss at a lavish debutante ball. A secret moment with a handsome stranger. But, unlike Shakespeare's character, my Romeo is driven not by love. He is driven by revenge. To him, I am just a piece on a chessboard. The bride of his opponent. To me, he is a man deserving of poison. A dark prince I refuse to belong to. He thinks I will resign myself to my fate. But I plan to rewrite it. In my story, Juliet does not die. But Romeo... He will perish.