My Dark Romeo Quotes

“Sometimes, when I read, I realized I was happiest in a world that wasn’t mine.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“Cages aren't made of bars. They're made of thoughts, expectations, and fear.”
― L.J. Shen, My Dark Romeo

“If you had to change yourself to be accepted, you didn’t need that person in your life in the first place. Because it wasn’t you they wanted to be with. It was their version of you.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“You’re going to be a headache, aren’t you?” “A headache?” I cocked my head. “You kidnapped me, you psycho. I’m not gonna be a headache. I’m going to be, at the very least, a deadly brain tumor.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“Everyone will hurt you. The key to happiness is finding someone worth enduring the pain.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“You’re my favorite plot twist.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“Beasts were never born—they were made.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“You’re rich. We get it.” She yawned. “The only billionaires I like are fictional.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“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.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“Books. Rain. Libraries. Driving alone at night with my favorite playlist in the background. Traveling—mainly for the food. But the historic stuff is decent, too.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“I lean against the door, watching my wife exist. Loudly. Messily. Unapologetically. Just the way a woman loved is meant to bloom.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“Love always wins. After every war, there’s a baby boom. After every storm, spring sweeps in and everything blooms. It’s always darkest before the dawn. Love is an effortlessly potent fuel. It is easier to maintain than hate. It doesn’t consume—it fuels.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“I will never love you, Dallas Costa. For that, I am truly sorry. Because you are certainly worthy of love.”
― L.J. Shen, My Dark Romeo

“We may not be enemies anymore, Shortbread, but we will never be lovers.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“You’re going to be my favorite mistake.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“She was too narcoleptic to speak. Or move.

How long had this been going on? Was she like this yesterday? Had I missed her illness in my quest to prove to my brain that my dick wasn’t the one behind this train wreck’s wheel?

I touched her forehead again. It sizzled.

“Sweetheart.”

“Please get out.” The words clawed past her throat.

“Someone needs to take care of you.”

“That someone definitely isn’t you. You made that clear these past couple days.”

I said nothing.

She was right. I hadn’t bothered to check on her. Perhaps I’d wished she’d check on me.

In truth, she’d already gone beyond any expectations in trying to make whatever it was between us work.

Meanwhile, I’d shut her down. Repeatedly.

“Shortbread, let me get you some medicine and tea.”

“I don’t want you to nurse me to health. Do you hear me?” She must have hated that I’d seen her like this. Weak and ill. “Call Momma and Frankie. It’s them I want by my side.”

I swallowed but didn’t argue. I understood she didn’t want to feel humiliated. To be taken care of by the man who ensured she understood her insignificance to him.

How did her bullshit meter not fry? How could she think I really felt nothing toward her?

“First, I’ll get you medicine, tea, and water. Then I’ll call for Hettie to stay with you. Then I’ll notify your mother.” I tugged her comforter up to her chin. “No arguments.”

She tried to wave me out, groaning at the slightest movement. “Whatever. Just go. I don’t want to see your face.”

I gave her what she wanted, though as always, not in the way she expected. The sequence of actions didn’t proceed as promised.

First, I contacted Cara to dispatch the private jet to Georgia.

Then I called my mother-in-law and Franklin—separately—demanding their presence.

Only then did I enter the kitchen to grab water, tea, and ibuprofen for Shortbread’s fever.

Naturally, like the chronic idler he often proved to be, Oliver still sat at the island, now enjoying an extra-large slice of red velvet cake I was pretty sure was meant to be consumed by Dallas.

“What are you still doing here?” I demanded, collecting the things I needed for her.

He scratched his temple with the handle of his fork, brows pulled together. “You invited me here. You wanted to watch a soccer game, remember?”

I did not remember. I didn’t even remember my own address right now. “Get out.”

“What about the—”

I snatched the plate from his fingers, admitting to myself that I’d treaded into feral grounds. “This cake wasn’t for you to eat.”

“You’ve gone insane in the ten minutes you were gone.” Oliver gawked at me, wide-eyed. “What happened to you? Did Durban not get her hands on the latest Henry Plotkin book and take her anger out on you?”

Shit.

The Henry Plotkin book.

I shoved Oliver out with a fork still clutched in his grimy fist, dialing Hettie with my free hand.

She half-yawned, half-spoke. “Yes?”

“Dallas is ill. You need to come here and take care of her until my in-laws arrive in about two hours.”

“Oh, yeah?” Her energy returned tenfold. “And what the hell are you gonna do during this time?”

“Freeze my balls off.”(Chapter 58)”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“I would let him ruin me as thoroughly and impressively as Elon Musk destroyed Twitter.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“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.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“Thus with a kiss I die.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“Evil had a face. It was breathtakingly beautiful…and belonged to the man who had just become my future husband.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“I like my things mine. Concealed from view. For my own private entertainment.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“No, my precious Shortbread. That once broken, a heart can never mend. Function—yes. But you cannot repair something that is already in pieces.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“Cages aren’t made of bars. They’re made of thoughts, expectations, and fear.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“If you had to change yourself to be accepted,
you didn't need that person in your life in the first
place. Because it wasn't you they wanted to be
with. It was their version of you.”
― L.J. Shen, My Dark Romeo

“Romeo Costa: I am going to cut your tongue off with a butter knife next time I see you. Ollie vB: Why a butter knife? It’d only make things unnecessarily long and messy. Romeo Costa: Exactly.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“The second blow of the day came in the form of a pink spot splattered on my underwear. Big, bold, and unmistakable. And a day early.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“haven’t seen you lose your temper once. I’ve seen you lose it three times tonight alone.” Romeo flashed him a glare. “If you have something to say, say it, Sun.” Zach dusted his cashmere-clad shoulder. “A picture’s worth a thousand words, but your face only says one—pussy-whipped.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“Never trust someone with poor taste in books.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo

“This was our first non-toxic interaction. How pathetic that it made me elated.”
― Parker S. Huntington, My Dark Romeo