My Dark Prince (Dark Prince Road, #3)

by Parker S. Huntington

I was—and am—a walking, talking disaster. Ready to ruin lives at a moment’s notice.

“Hmm.” I reached to kiss his lips. “Toxic masculinity, my favorite flavor in boys.”

She was temptation. And me? I was the perfect sinner.

“I’m a stay-at-home mom.” “And before?” “A stay-at-home hostage.” “Oh-kay.”

I refused to believe he was off the market because of his face. As if faces mattered to women. If they did, Pete Davidson would still be a virgin.

We spent the rest of the drive in silence. Both of us in conversation with the real monsters. The ones in our heads.

Your whole relationship is one big Stockholm syndrome, my guy.

“I’d take her hatred before anyone else’s love any fucking day,”

“Just remember you are the most precious woman in my life.” “Why are you reminding me that?” “Because I’m about to treat you like a dirty whore.”

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The past is a chapter, not the entire story. Stop letting it decide the next pages.

She would make the best mother. Hopefully, to five kids who all looked exactly like her. And maybe one with my knack for turning everything into a disaster. Just to keep us humble.

I’m done pretending I can live without you. You’re not a chapter in my life. You’re the whole damn story.”

This time, I made the right decision. I chose her over the world.