always assumed my life was a romance novel. That between my pages nestled a happily ever after.I It never occurred to me that I miscategorized my genre. That it could be a horror story. A blood-chilling thriller.
Then Romeo Costa typhooned into my world, ripping off my rose-colored glasses.
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.
