Semua Bab 100 Days With My Nemesis: Bab 101 - Bab 110

MARCELLUS The villa grows louder before they even come inside. Nora sits beside me on the edge of the bed, pretending she isn't watching my face. I pretend I don't notice. Neither of us is particularly convincing."You can still tell them you're too tired," she says."I'm fine."Her eyebrows rise and I smile weakly.My body feels as though someone hollowed it out and poured wet concrete into the empty spaces. The migraine has settled into a steady pulse behind my right eye. My ribs ache whenever I breathe too deeply, and a sick heaviness sits under my skin that has nothing to do with the medication.Somewhere out there, someone has spent years pulling strings around my life while I congratulated myself for seeing every threat before it arrived. Apparently I am very good at noticing exits and spectacularly bad at noticing when my entire existence is being manipulated.Wonderful.Nora squeezes my hand. "They're here."The bedroom door opens before I can answer. Eden Wolfe enter

HAYDEN Collins unlocks his tablet and hands it to me. "It started approximately twenty minutes after Joshua Walker's death was confirmed internally."That is quite fast. I look at the screen.Tiffany Walker is standing outside St. Catherine's, surrounded by cameras. Her face is swollen from crying. The headline beneath the live broadcast makes my jaw tighten.JOSHUA WALKER DEAD HOURS AFTER EXPLOSIVE MARCELLUS GREGORY CONFESSION VIDEOBelow it, another catches my eye.WIDOW DEMANDS INVESTIGATION INTO BILLIONAIRE MARCELLUS GREGORYMarcellus makes a strange sound behind me. I turn.His hands remain locked around the crutches. His knuckles are white."She thinks I killed him.""Collins, leave us. Thank you," I say, and he nods, leaving with his tablet."You don't have to worry. The truth will be made known to the public," I tell him, and he swallows hard.He stares straight at the garden. I stare at him.Now that the anger between us has cracked open, I see things I never allowed

NORA The second Mars opens his mouth, I slap my hand over it. His eyes bulge and my parents stare at us. Collins suddenly develops an intense interest in the tablet in his hands.My husband's eyebrows climb. I remove my hand cautiously.He immediately says, "When was your last—"I slap it back over his mouth."Nora," Mum says, suspiciously gently."Nope, I’m not talking about this.""Nobody has accused you of anything," she smiles."All four of you are looking at my uterus."Mars catches my wrist and pulls my hand from his mouth. His blue eyes narrow."When was your last period?"I gasp. Mum coughs. Collins looks like he would rather be shot. Dad turns very slowly towards Mars."What?" Mars rasps."You asked my daughter that in front of me.""She is my wife.""That does not improve the experience.""Oh, for God's sake." I yank my hand away. "Can we please return to the international criminal organization trying to murder my husband?""After you answer," Mars says."No."His eye

MARCELLUS Nora collapses. There is no warning whatsoever. One second she is still upright, her eyes narrowed at me because I told her to lie down. The next, it feels like someone flipped a switch."Nora?" I say, and her knees buckle.Panicked, I lunge. Pain tears through my abdomen so hard that my vision flashes white, but I catch her before her head hits the floor. My crutch clatters away behind me. We go down hard, my shoulder slamming into the cabinet."Nora."Her body is completely limp against mine.No, no, no.I lower us the rest of the way because my ankle refuses to take any weight. The motion is clumsy and ugly. I don't care. I get two fingers against the side of her neck. Her pulse is too fast. But she's breathing. Why isn't she waking up?"Nora, open your eyes."Her lashes don't even flutter. I tap her cheek, harder than I mean to. My heart starts slamming against my ribs hard enough that I can feel it in my throat."Get a doctor! Someone get a doctor!” I roar.Hayden

MARCELLUS The new location is thirty-two minutes outside Las Vegas. It looks nothing like a medical facility.That is the point.From the road, it is a sprawling sandstone estate surrounded by desert, scrub, and enough empty land to make a man feel very alone.Inside, there are twenty-three armed personnel, four doctors, twelve cameras I can see, and seven I cannot.Nora stands beside the window while a nurse adjusts the IV in my arm. She has changed into loose trousers and one of my shirts because according to her, becoming pregnant has given her permission to steal the rest of my wardrobe.My eyes drop to her stomach. Nothing looks different. I still cannot stop looking.She catches me looking and winks. I've never been so flustered in my entire life.I reach for her hand. Then I remember why we're here.The warmth disappears.Outside this room, Collins is feeding reporters the second half of the story.'Marcellus Gregory is deteriorating and is being privately transferred.'A