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~008~ CRACKS IN HIS ARMOR
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100 Days With My Nemesis ~008~ CRACKS IN HIS ARMOR
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 sends a dark, po
100 Days With My Nemesis ~007~ WHEN THE SAXOPHONE GROWS LOUDER
NORA Every head in the room whips around. Marcellus's expression darkens with icy annoyance. Someone dared to interrupt his perfectly orchestrated trap. A familiar voice echoes through the stunned silence like a battle cry. "ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT!" Valentina, my chaotic best friend who is fresh off a flight from Paris by the looks of her oversized sunglasses and designer travel outfit, storms down the aisle like she's walking a runway. Photographers are having the time of their lives. The priest looks like he's questioning everything. Val points a perfectly manicured finger straight at Marcellus. "THAT ONE. You are not marrying that psychopath!" "Val?!" I choke out, laughing. Sebastian appears behind her. He told her. It's clear he did. Val reaches the altar in record time and grabs my shoulders, her hazel eyes wild with concern. "Blink twice if you're being held hostage, babe." "I'm not being held hostage," I whisper, fighting a ridiculous smile. She doesn't miss a
100 Days With My Nemesis ~006~ MIDDLE FINGER UP
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
100 Days With My Nemesis ~005~ TRICK OR TREATS
NORA I finally collapse onto my bed, the familiar scent of my childhood room doing nothing to calm the storm in my head. Two Tylenol and a glass of water later, and my skull is still spinning like a broken carousel. I refuse to think about the fact that I might or might not be legally married to the bastard who might or might not be my uncle.I pull the covers up to my chin, praying for oblivion, when a knock sounds on the door.I groan loudly. "Go away, Jordan."He knocks again. Persistent little shit.With all the grace of a hungover zombie, I drag myself out of bed and yank the door open. My brother stands there, holding a massive white box tied with a silky ribbon."Delivery came for you," he says, his eyebrows raised. "It's heavy as hell. Some fancy courier dropped it off. Mum's already asking questions."I take the box without a word and shut the door in his face. My hands tremble as I carry it to the bed and tear it open.Inside lies the most beautiful wedding dress I'
100 Days With My Nemesis ~004~ FACE-OFF
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're married, Nora," he says flatly. "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 resentment exploding like cheap champagne."You u
100 Days With My Nemesis ~003~ MY PERSONAL APOCALYPSE
NORA My skull is hosting a full-on rave with bass, strobe lights, and the works. I groan and crack one eye open, only to get assaulted by aggressive sunlight and the mother of all hangovers. This is not the Evermont ballroom. This is... a hotel suite? Oh God. Where the hell am I? Ugh, my head. The sound of running water reaches me, my brows knitting into a frown. That’s… odd. There’s someone in here with me? Wait, Sebastian? We absolutely did not get back together and have crazy sex last night, did we?! I sit up too fast, and the room does a violent spin. That's when I feel it. Something heavy and cold on my left hand. I lift it like it's a live grenade. A diamond the size of a goddamn golf ball winks back at me. "What in the—" The bathroom door swings open. Steam billows out, and there he is. My personal apocalypse. Marcellus freaking Gregory. He's wearing nothing but a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips and that signature smug expression. Water traces eve
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