My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance(132)

“No, Rom. No.”

Dallas rested my head on the floor. The realization that I’d lost complete control over my body boomeranged into me.

She unbuttoned my shirt in a desperate attempt to save me. Her eyes roamed my skin, searching for a telltale sign. A bite mark. Anything she could work with.

For the first time since I met her—and knowing her, maybe this decade—a single tear beaded in the corner of her eye.

It crawled down her cheek, trudging past her chin. Just one tear, yet that tear brought me the most joy I’d ever felt in my life.

Turned out, my defiant, stouthearted wife could cry.

And it only took me dying to happen.

Suddenly, tears washed her cheeks, splashing from her chin to mine. Her brows furrowed at the sight of liquid trickling down my jaw.

She catalogued my eyes before realizing it hadn’t come from me. With an unsteady hand, she brought a fingertip to her cheek, collecting a tear.

Dallas studied it, almost bewildered. “I’m crying.”

I love you, too, Shortbread.

Ambulance sirens filled the room with their hysterical shrieks. I shut my eyes, wondering why I couldn’t even die in fucking peace in the arms of the woman I was reluctantly in love with.

“They’re coming to save you. Please, wait.” Dallas kissed my cheek. My forehead. The tip of my nose. My eyelids.

When had I closed my eyes?

I couldn’t remember, but it happened, because I couldn’t see her anymore.

I needed to see her.

Just one more time.

“Please, Rom, stay awake. Please. For me?”

“I’ll do anything for you,” I heard myself say, before the world turned black and the ambulances ceased to whine. “You’re my favorite plot twist.”





So, this was what it felt like to cry.

As if death strangled me in his cruel hands, and I struggled in his grip despite yearning to join him.

Heavy tears tumbled down my cheeks. Guilt consumed me like a bloodthirsty monster, feasting on my organs.

You did this to him. It’s your fault.

As Romeo lay motionless in my arms, I couldn’t help but wonder where the thing that poisoned him was and how I could get my hands on it to join him in eternal slumber.

The wish I’d made refused to stop ringing in my ears.

My one and only wish is for you to die in my arms, Romeo Costa. I want to see you when you draw your last breath. To feel your skin turn cold and lifeless beneath my fingers. My wish is to witness your nostrils struggle to move as you consume oxygen for the last time. I want to watch you suffer for all the suffering you did to me. And there is nothing and no one I want more in this life.

My fantasy turned into my reality, and my reality turned into my nightmare.

I rocked back and forth, trembling with sobs that tore at me like sharp knives.

“You can’t leave me. Not now. Not when you finally love me. You can’t die. You’ve survived too much.”

I cupped his cheek, so pale and frozen beneath my fingertips. “My dark Romeo. My misunderstood beast. You’re stronger than poison, than mortality, than death. I never got to say I love you. Wake up, and I promise to say it back.”

He didn’t budge. Didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe.

Time is regret’s weapon of choice. And this time, it struck me so hard, I knew I would never recover.

I pressed our foreheads together, begging to take his cold and exchange it for my warmth. “Please, come back to me. I love you more than I love everything in this life combined—my family, my friends, my books, myself.”

I tilted my head up and caught a rose petal as it floated down, landing on the nightstand.

The last petal dropped.

Just when Romeo told me he loved me. Long after I’d fallen for him. And I’d keep falling. Plummeting down the endless depths of my love for him.

But ours wouldn’t be a fairy tale with a happy ending. Instead, what I got was a cautionary tale.

My arms wrapped tighter around him, even when I felt a hand rest on my back.

“Come on, Dallas.” It was Zach, with his velvety voice. The man could announce the apocalypse on national television and still sound like he was coaxing you into bed with him. “The paramedics are here.”

It took his gentle force to loosen my arms from my husband, as paramedics circled Romeo, hoisting him up onto a gurney.

I was limp and boneless in Zach’s arms. He tried righting me up to a standing position, but I collapsed into a fetus-shaped blob on the floor.

Parking his hands on his waist, he glared at me from above. “Yours is the sappiest marriage of convenience I’ve ever witnessed.”

“I love him.” I moaned into my chest, a pool of tears gathering on my neck. “I love him so much. I can’t live without him.”

Zach stepped back, as though feelings were a contagious disease. Oliver powered into the room as they ushered Romeo out.

I knew I should have chased the paramedics down the hallway. Joined them on the ride to the hospital. Asked questions.

Anything other than stay here.

But I felt too empty to move.

Oliver cocked his head. “Uh-huh. What do we have here?”

“A distressed Juliet. She says she can’t live without him.” Zach’s tone matched that of a pharmaceutical commercial. The voice that rattled off the nasty side effects of the advertised drug.