He’s the broken prince who takes the train to uptown. I’m the pretend princess with her life mapped out.
We meet at a masquerade ball on the Upper West Side, and the rest is history. His bruises match my broken. Our love cures everything that ails us.
Or it should. But this isn’t a fairy tale. It’s a tragedy.
We’re tangled in a web of lies from the first moment, star-crossed long before we ever know what turns our story dark.
What should have been the perfect first love ends in bloodshed and so many broken things.
Luca Galante’s not a prince at all. And this is a cautionary tale.