All Chapters of 100 Days With My Nemesis: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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~020~ REFLECTIONS OF THE PAST

NORA I slam the car door shut and slump back against the leather seat, my arms crossed. Today I'm facing my father and whatever ugly truth he's been hiding about Rachel Gregory. I need answers, not more games. "Drive," I tell the driver. He doesn't move. I lean forward, gripping the headrest. "Hello? Earth to driver? Please drive." He meets my eyes in the rearview mirror, looking genuinely sorry. "Apologies, ma'am. I've got orders from the boss. I can't move until he gives the word." Of fucking course. Before I can unload a string of creative curses, the opposite door opens. Marcellus slides in, bringing a soft wave of that cologne that smells illegal. I nearly let out a moan. He's in an olive green polo that hugs his shoulders and chest like it was tailored by the devil himself, paired with dark, tailored pants. His hair is perfectly pushed back, but the dark circles under his eyes are glaring. Serves him right. At least one of us looks like shit after last night. T

~021~ THE BLACK HOLE

MARCELLUS Nora's mother, Mrs. Wolfe, doesn't speak right away. She just looks at me and smiles. It's the kind of smile that feels like a knife to the throat. "So," she says, her voice light. "You're the man who married my daughter without the permission of her parents." I keep my expression neutral. "It wasn't quite like that, Mrs. Wolfe." "No?" She tilts her head, studying me the way a cat would study a mouse that's already bleeding. "Then tell me, Marcellus. What was it like?" I open my mouth, but she doesn't give me the chance. "You show up at my house uninvited, drop a few pretty words about respect, and bring a gift like this is some kind of family reunion." She laughs softly. It doesn't reach her eyes. "Tell me, dear. Are you here to apologize... or are you here to make sure my daughter doesn't start asking the wrong questions about you?" I keep my expression blank. Inside my chest, my heart thumps just a little faster. This woman is terrifying. I've stared down

~022~ SHATTERED PSYCHE

MARCELLUS I imagine Hayden Wolfe finally losing his composure and showing me the monster I've always believed him to be. Instead, he laughs.It's not even a polite chuckle. It's a real laugh that lights up his eyes. I blink, completely caught off guard.He leans back in his chair, still smiling faintly as the laughter fades."Is that a yes?" I ask, keeping my voice flat.Hayden's smile softens, but the humor doesn't entirely leave his eyes. "That depends.""On what?""On whether you're saying it to insult me... or because you actually mean it."The annoying part is that he sounds genuinely curious."Maybe I am," I say."Then no."I stare at him. Hayden shrugs. "If you're serious, we can revisit the conversation after you've gone six consecutive months without upsetting my daughter."I stand abruptly. "I should go."I make it two steps towards the door before his voice stops me."Marcellus."I freeze. Slowly, I turn back around. The humor is gone from his face. He suddenly looks

~023~ JACK IN THE BOX

NORA I stare at CeCe's notepad, my head swimming with confusion. Who the hell is Florence? And why does the mention of her name make Marcellus look like someone just punched him in the gut? The unease on his face is... surprising. For once, the man who always seems ten steps ahead looks genuinely rattled. It unsettles me more than I want to admit. Marcellus pushes himself up on one elbow, his voice thick. "CeCe. Where is she?" Before CeCe can even lift her notepad again, a loud crash echoes from downstairs. It's the unmistakable sound of something shattering. CeCe scribbles quickly and turns the notepad towards me. 'Judging by that sound, she's in the kitchen trying to make Mars' favorite tart.' My eyes widen. A sudden, hot wave of possessiveness takes hold of me. Mars is mine. The thought startles even me. But I'm not sharing him with some random woman who shows up unannounced and starts breaking things in my house. I turn towards the door without hesitation. "Nora." M

~024~ ROLLERCOASTER

NORA I stare at Mars, my pulse going out of control again. He looks like he's suffering, yet somehow he's still… beautiful. The vulnerability in his face makes my throat tighten.I gently push him back down onto the pillows. "Lie down. Stop talking. Just sleep."He doesn't resist me at all.I sit beside him on the edge of the bed and start stroking his damp hair back from his forehead in unhurried, soothing motions."I'm not going anywhere," I murmur. "I'll stay right here. Just close your eyes."He stares up at me for a long moment, those dark blue eyes searching mine like he's trying to read every thought I'm not saying out loud. Then his mouth curves into the smallest smirk."You're deflecting," he rasps. "Why? Would you rather stay in the dark?"I freeze, the cloth in my hand hovering above his face.I look down at him, at the sharp line of his jaw, the way his pretty lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and the faint scar that cuts through one eyebrow.I dab the cool clot

~025~ GAME OF CARDS

NORA Marcellus doesn't even blink. He tilts his head slightly, studying her with a lazy expression."No," he says. "You're not."Florence's smile falters. "What?"Marcellus's mouth curves. "You heard me, Flo. This trip is for my wife and me. You're not invited. Try to board that jet and I'll have security drag you off it in front of everyone. Wouldn't want to embarrass you like that, would we?"The silence that follows is lovely.Florence stares at him, her expression finally cracking. For once, she looks genuinely caught off guard.Marcellus doesn't stop there. He turns his head towards me, his eyes glittering with amusement, and adds, "Besides, I've been looking forward to ruining my wife in peace. Can't do that with an audience, can I?"Blood rushes to my cheeks.Florence's jaw tightens, but she forces another smile. "Right. Of course. Wouldn't want to interrupt your... honeymoon activities."She steps back, trying to look unbothered, but the tension in her shoulders gives her

~026~ WELCOME PARTY

MARCELLUS The moment my fingers sink into her slippery cunt, I feel her walls flutter around me like she's been waiting for this all fucking day. Nora lets out a little cry, her body jerking over my lap. I press my free hand firmly on the small of her back, keeping her pinned in place. "Shhh," I murmur. "Be good for me, little wolf." I curl my fingers slowly, dragging them against her walls while my thumb stays just shy of her clit. Not touching it yet. I want her to feel every single stroke. She whimpers, her hips twitching. "Already trying to fuck yourself on my fingers?" I taunt. "Greedy girl." I pull my fingers almost all the way out, then push them back in at a torturously slow pace. In... and out. She tries to rock her hips, I bring my palm down hard on her bare ass. She yelps, her pussy clenching hard around my fingers. “Fuck!” "Stay still," I warn, rubbing the sting away with slow circles before sliding my fingers back inside her. "You move again and I'll stop."

~027~ BEYOND HIS WALLS

NORA I've been pacing the length of the hotel suite for the last twenty minutes, my stomach in knots.Marcellus has been in the bathroom for almost an hour. He didn't look good when we got here. His hand stayed tight around mine the entire ride to the hotel, but his eyes were distant, like he wasn't really here. I kept asking if he was okay. He kept saying he was fine.He's not fine.I stop pacing and stare at the closed bathroom door. The longer I look at it, the more uneasy I feel. What if something's actually wrong? What if the migraine came back worse? Or what if... whatever happened on the tarmac is still affecting him?I chew on my bottom lip, my arms crossed tightly over my chest.Fuck it.I march over to the bathroom and knock once."Marcellus?"He doesn't answer.So I knock again, harder. "Mars?"Still nothing happens.My heart starts beating faster. I try the handle. It's unlocked. Cautiously, I push the door open. The sight that greets me makes my stomach sink.Ma

~028~ EYES ON YOU

NORA The knock comes again, and I glance down at Marcellus. He's still asleep against my chest. My thoughts stray as I wonder just how long he'd been living in hell. The knock returns again, louder. "Coming!" I hiss. Quickly locking his phone, I place it back on the nightstand exactly where I found it. My hands are shaking. I carefully slide out from under him, and Marcellus makes a low sound of protest, reaching for me in his sleep. Shit! "Don't start," I mutter. I grab a pillow and gently tuck it into my place. His arm wraps around it instantly. The idiot. I hurry across the suite and yank open the door. Standing outside is a woman wearing a production badge and a headset. She smiles brightly. "Mrs. Gregory! Sorry to bother you. We just wanted to remind all contestants about tonight's welcome dinner." My brain struggles to catch up. "Tonight?" "Yes. Eight o'clock." She hands me a glossy envelope. "Transportation will pick everyone up at seven-thirty." I

~029~ THE DINNER FROM HELL

NORA Tiffany beams at us, completely oblivious to the sudden tension in the air."Oh, you two haven't properly met yet! This is my husband, Josh. Josh, this is Marcellus Gregory and his wife, Nora."What is with this woman and introducing herself ten thousand times?!The man beside her moves forward with an easy, friendly smile. He's handsome in a clean-cut way, but something about his face feels... off. Like it doesn't quite fit.Hmmm... facial reconstruction surgery? Maybe. It does seem like it."Nice to meet you," Josh says, extending his hand towards Marcellus.Marcellus doesn't take it.Instead, he tilts his head slightly, and a menacing smirk spreads across his lips. His eyes, however, remain ice-cold."Marcellus Gregory," he says. "We have met before. On a business trip a few years ago. We had quite a lot in common back then."Josh's face lights up with recognition that doesn't quite reach his eyes."Really? That's crazy. I had an accident two years ago and lost a big ch

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