My Dark Romeo (Dark Prince Road #1) Read Online L.J. Shen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Dark Prince Road Series by L.J. Shen
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
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“I’m … well, I guess I’m Romeo’s fiancée.”

Her brows shot up. “You guess?”

“Can you ever be sure when it comes to men like him?”

Hettie poured the truffle fries into a basket padded with paper towels, signaling for me to try one. I picked one up and popped it into my mouth. Heaven.

“You don’t look too surprised.” I studied her, stealing another fry. “Is this a normal occurrence? Romeo bringing a fiancée home?”

“No.” Hettie sucked honey off her thumb. “But his dad was on his ass about getting married, so I figured it was bound to happen eventually. I just expected something … different.”

“Mail-order bride?”

She snorted. “Girl, that man has women lining up and down his gate twenty-four seven. It’s a nuisance at this point. Can you water spray them away or something?”

Despite my good senses, I blurted out, “Who does he normally go for?”

Hettie frowned, setting the table with two plates. She was sharing the meal with me. Stupid butterflies fluttered across my rib cage.

“Actually, I’ve never seen him with a girlfriend before. But the women that usually hang on his arm during events are kind of stuck up, I guess. Pencil skirts and season tickets to the opera. They barely say a word, and they definitely don’t indulge in truffle fries. Not that it should matter to you. He never brings them home.” She gestured around. “Guess he’s too freaked out about them dirtying up the place or something.”

I filed this as crucial information. I intended on being especially loud, uncultured, and tacky just to spite my neat-freak fiancé.

We tucked into the food, which was totally delicious. I moaned, earning a grin from Hettie.

“So good, right?”

I nodded.

About the only decent thing about this place.

Chapter Fourteen

Dallas

It was to my great disappointment that Romeo wasn’t here to admire my handiwork. I’d stained his two-hundred-year-old restored sofa with French dip while watching pay-per-view. I didn’t even like boxing, but I was fond of wasting his precious money.

I hadn’t planned on messing up his place. Truly. It was never my intention. Then I saw how awfully clean it was and couldn’t help myself.

Where the heck was he, anyway? It wasn’t like I had anyone to ask. I didn’t even have his phone number. What I did have was his Centurion card, which I’d found on the kitchen island, along with a business card for a chauffeur. Since I was one hundred percent sure the bastard hadn’t made a pit stop here, I gathered the elusive Cara was responsible for this sliver of humanity.

As a matter of principle, I didn’t buy anything wearable. I continued prancing around in my sleeping gown, even as it began to smell.

Hettie scrunched her nose, abandoning her fruitless attempt to erase my French-dip stain. “There’s a laundry room upstairs.”

“I know.” I spiraled my fork, reeling in pappardelle noodles. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“I ate dinner with you two hours ago.” Her eyes followed the arrabbiata sauce as it splashed onto my gown, followed by the wool upholstery. “Aren’t you worried Romeo will flip out when he sees”—she twirled her finger—“all this?”

“Nope.”

“Are you guys in a fight?”

If this is a fight, World War II was a neighbor dispute.

Sensing my mood, she stood, returning with an expensive bottle of champagne. “We can get drunk to forget about our woes.”

I shoved pasta down my throat. “So, I can continue to remember them tomorrow, but with a hangover?”

“Point taken.”

At midnight, Hettie left me to simmer in my thoughts. Violent fury eclipsed the relief of not having to deal with Romeo. How dare he lock me in his mansion and continue to live his best villainous life?

In lieu of a fiancé to take my anger out on, every single item in his bedroom and office was at my mercy. I left no stone unturned in my bid to discover more about the man who had waltzed into my life in an expensive tux and turned it upside down just because it suited him.

I spent the entire night sifting through paperwork in his study, going item by item, and putting it back in non-chronological order, just to mess with his psyche. By the time the sun crested the sky, I’d learned a few things about my future husband:

1) He was exceptionally, alarmingly, obnoxiously good at making money. His talent of turning a dime into a Benjamin was unmatched.

2) For the past few months, Senior had pressured him into marriage in exchange for the CEO position at Costa Industries, following Senior’s impending retirement.

3) The unfriendly, terse email exchanges between Romeo and his father also included harsh words about the Licht family. The Costas were intimidated, and I was their way to up the ante in the battle.

Satisfied that I’d put a dent in my research, I stopped by the kitchen to inhale Hettie’s blueberry and pecan waffles before retiring to my room for a nap.


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