My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Just as I expected, he turned our home into a library. Every inch of wall space is covered in floor-to-ceiling shelves. The living room. The halls. The theater room. Even his study. My legs carry me from room to room at the speed of light. Though I hurry about it, my eyes don’t miss a thing. How he catalogued everything by genre, by spines, exactly the way I envisioned it. Horror and mystery in the study. Travel and cooking in the kitchen. Romance and erotica in the bedroom

was wrong. I’d never loved Morgan. What I’d felt toward her was ownership and entitlement. This. This was what love felt like. Like an organ of mine was in someone else’s hand, and I couldn’t retrieve it if I tried.

Thanks for the fuck, Shortbread?

I deserved to be slapped by every woman on Earth.

I’d long suspected my wife was what Gen Z ridiculously referred to as a bad-ass bitch. As always, I was right

will never love you, Dallas Costa. For that, I am truly sorry. Because you are certainly worthy of love.”

suggested she
was in desperate need of a hobby. And no, eating was not a recreational activity, as she attempted to convince me many a times

Just then, Zach’s security team burst into the garage. Igor and Dane automatically moved toward Oliver. It wasn’t the first time Zach had kicked him out on the basis of Oliver being a real-life troll

And finally, she elevated the book to eye level, angling it at every degree to check for—I didn’t know what. Dust? Dents? Her sanity? All of the above?

You’re rich. We get it.” She yawned. “The only billionaires I like are fictional.”

She deposited herself in my passenger seat, a frown touching her full lips. “Now that you intend to purchase this place, I can no longer shop here. I don’t want to give you any business.”

Unbelievable