All Chapters of The 100 Things I Did for Him: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I lay in the cramped room, the curtains so heavy they swallowed every sliver of light from outside. Only the little lamp by the bed was still on.Then the system's icy voice rang through my skull."Congratulations, Cynthia. You have completed ninety-nine tasks for Gregory Evans. Complete the final one, and you will successfully return to your original world and resurrect your beloved, Grayson Perez."My fingers clenched into the blanket, knuckles white. My eyes burned hot, fast.Five years. I'd been waiting for this day—five whole years.I wasn't from this world. In mine, right before the wedding, the crash—Grayson yanked the wheel hard left, turning his side straight into the oncoming car. Glass exploded everywhere. He threw himself over me, covering my whole body. I heard the dull thud of shards sinking into flesh, felt warm blood soaking down his back, dripping onto my white gown. One drop. Two. More and more. I came out fine—not even a scratch. He grew cold in my arms, his eyes st

The dust had settled. I knew Gregory didn't want to see me anymore, so I turned to leave.But I had barely taken a few steps when my vision went black, and my body tipped backward without warning.Gregory was fast. He caught me before I hit the floor.Only then did he notice my clothes were completely soaked through, my fingers cold as ice, and on my feet, a pair of slippers.I had been in such a rush leaving that I hadn't even changed my shoes.The crowd watched, snickering at my state."Must have been in a real panic to run out in slippers in this weather. Aren't your feet freezing off?""Got to put in the effort if you want Gregory's attention, right?""She already agreed to donate her heart. Gregory, just leave her with the staff. Let them deal with it."Gregory looked down at me, slumped against him, my face pale and frozen. Something heavy lodged in his chest, making it hard to breathe.Without thinking, he scooped me up into his arms.Glancing at the stunned faces around him, hi

I was still processing what she meant when Nancy suddenly lunged at me.Before I could react, she grabbed my hand and slapped herself across the face. Hard. Once. Twice. Three times."I'm so sorry, Miss Martinez. This is all my fault. If I hadn't gotten sick, you wouldn't have to give up your heart. If hitting me makes you feel better, go ahead, hit me."A gust of air whipped past me before I even saw him coming. A brutal shove sent me flying sideways. I stumbled, my head cracking against the wall. Something warm trickled down my forehead, red flooding my vision. But Gregory didn't even glance at me. He was too busy pulling Nancy into his arms."What happened? Are you hurt?"Nancy collapsed against him, tears streaming down her face. "Don't blame Miss Martinez. She's being forced to give me her heart, of course she's upset. Whatever she does to me, I deserve it."Looking at her pathetic, pitiful act, Gregory's face twisted, anger mixed with tenderness.And all of that anger landed on m

"Help... someone help!"The freezing water swallowed me whole, leaving only a sliver of light above. Then that too faded away.I closed my eyes, my body growing heavier and heavier. I was so tired. So exhausted. I just wanted to sink and sleep.No... I couldn't. Not yet. I still had one last thing to do. If I didn't finish it, I'd never see Grayson again.That thought shot through me like a jolt of electricity. My eyes flew open. I dug deep, found something I didn't know I had, and clawed my way up toward the surface.When I finally dragged myself onto the shore, I was completely spent. Water burned in my chest, my lungs on fire, coughing so hard I thought they'd burst. I clung to the rocks, gasping, feeling like a pathetic, half-drowned rat.Before I could catch my breath, a dull thud hit my shoulder—then I was kicked back into the water.On the bank, a row of bodyguards in suits stared down at me, faces blank. "Mr. Evans said you're not allowed back on land until you find the necklac

Even so, he sat down anyway, picking up the knife to cut the cake."Wait!"I reached out and stopped him, grabbing the candles and sticking them into the cake. "You haven't made a wish yet."Gregory looked caught off guard. His fingers—long, elegant—trembled slightly before he pulled his hand back.He'd never had a birthday. He'd forgotten the part about candles and wishes.Once the candles were lit, I nudged him to make a wish. He muttered something about it being annoying, but finally lowered his voice and said, "I hope Nancy's surgery goes well. That she'll be safe and sound."The words hung in the air. His gaze drifted to me, almost unconsciously. When he saw the light in my eyes dim, something in his chest twisted.He frowned. Then, almost as if he couldn't help himself, he added, "And I hope yours goes well too. That you'll be safe."That was the end of it. He stood up to leave.But right at that moment—without any warning—the chandelier above came crashing down.The second I saw