My fairy tale has become a cautionary tale. Drawn in resin and sealed with tears. It should have been a harmless kiss at a lavish debutante ball. A secret meeting with a handsome stranger. But unlike his namesake, my Romeo is not driven by love. He is driven by revenge.

For him, I am a chess piece. Lever. His rival's wife. To me, he is a man who deserves poison. The dark prince I refuse to marry.

He thinks I will accept my fate. But I plan to rewrite it. And in mine history, Juliet will not die.

And Romeo? He will die.