100 Days With My Nemesis

EVERMONT UNIVERSITY, OFF-CAMPUS 30TH OF JUNE, 2022 08:45PM. ~~~~~ NORA Who knew this jerk kisses better than my ex-boyfriend? Certainly not me. Marcellus Gregory has me pinned against the wall of his off-campus apartment, his mouth devouring mine. His hands are everywhere, sliding under my top until his thumbs find my nipples. "Always so fucking mouthy," he growls, his voice so deep that it makes my toes curl. He pinches one nipple hard, making me hiss. "Yet here you are. Dripping for the guy you claim to hate." "Shut up." I shove his shirt off his shoulders, my nails raking down his chest. "This doesn't mean anything." "Mm, keep telling yourself that, little Wolf." He spins me around, bending me over the table. My palms slap against the wood as he yanks my denim skirt up, shoving my panties down. Then his dick slides between my folds, teasing my entrance. Shit, I knew he was big. But this feels— "Tell me you want it," he growls against my ear. One big hand fis

NORA His scent hits me first. How is that possible? It's been three years. Yet, I still recognize it. Woodsy scent, mixed with that perfect amber. A scent so expensive and masculine that I spent entirely too much time pretending I didn't notice back then. My heart starts racing as he takes another step closer to me. I should probably call an exorcist. Instead, I stand there, my legs on the verge of giving out. "You're crying." His voice is much deeper than I remember. Rougher too, in a way that makes me shiver. A calloused thumb brushes beneath my eye, and I flinch. He catches a tear before it can fall and studies it for a second. Then those dark blue eyes lift back to mine. "Bad breakup, little wolf?" For a moment, I can't speak. I just stare. Then, like an idiot, I nod. The corner of his mouth twitches. And suddenly my shock evaporates. "How the hell are you alive?" I demand. "I went to your funeral, Marcellus. I watched them lower a casket with your name on it."

NORA I stare at him, my pulse roaring in my ears. I feel sick to my stomach. But I curl my fists, refusing to show it. "Start from the beginning. Tell me everything," I spit, my voice unsteady. "We got married last night, Nora," he says. "You were quite enthusiastic. That's all you need to know." A wild laugh bubbles out of me. I stumble up from the floor on shaky legs, the silk slip riding up my thighs, and march straight into his personal space. I jab my finger right up in his face, inches from that annoying perfect nose. "Married?" I hiss, my voice cracking with disbelief. "Dream on! I'd rather lick a toilet seat clean than be married to you." God, I sound like a childish brat even to my own ears, but the words keep tumbling out. I can't stop them. "I refuse to be married to a freak like you!" Marcellus's smirk deepens, those dark blue eyes glinting with an eerie shimmer that makes my stomach flip. "Freak?" "Yes, freak!" I'm on a roll now, years of buried resentme

NORA The dress fits like it was sewn onto my body by some sadistic fairy godmother who knows exactly what makes my curves look lethal. Soft lace hugs my waist before flowing into a dramatic but manageable train. The white sneakers peeking out underneath are the most ridiculous and somehow perfect touch. Comfortable and rebellious. Very... Me. I fucking love it. I'm never telling that demon, though. My phone buzzes on the dresser. [Marcellus: Ceremony in an hour. Address attached. Don't be late, wife. I already sent a car.] I glare at the message, but there's no time to lose my shit. Mum's already called me down twice. I take a deep breath, smooth my hands down the dress, and head downstairs. The moment I get there, Mum's face lights up. "Oh, Nora..." She presses a hand to her chest, her eyes misty. "You look absolutely stunning, darling. That dress is perfect on you. Where on earth did you get it?" Before I can answer, Sebastian rises. He's here with his mother and

MARCELLUS The silence that hovers after I mention my mother is exquisite. Hayden Wolfe looks like I've just buried a knife between his ribs and twisted it slowly. Color drains from his face, and then it floods back with raw fury. It's not nearly satisfying. I've rehearsed this moment for years. Fantasized about feeding him even a fraction of the ruin he left behind. Instead, all I feel is bone-deep exhaustion. "Hayden," my mother-in-law whispers, her voice trembling. No one moves. The air is thick enough to chew on. Across the table, Nora's father stares at me. Part of me hopes he'd try to fight me. "Get out," he says, his voice like ice. "Honey—" his wife starts. "I said get out.” I push my chair back, calmly. "With pleasure." Nora's hand shoots out, her fingers wrapping around my sleeve. "What the hell was that?" she hisses, her eyes blazing up at me. I glance down at her grip. My wife. The words settle in my chest. She's mine now. Irrevocably. The thought s