All Chapters of 100 Days With My Nemesis: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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~000~ PROLOGUE

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

~001~ A FACE FROM THE PAST

EVERMONT UNIVERSITY GRAND HALL 30TH OF JUNE, 2025 08:25 PM. NORA “Tell me you didn’t,” I say to my boyfriend, trembling from the shock of what I just discovered.His brows pull together. “What are you talking about?”“The Taste of Tomorrow deal.”He just stares at me in silence, and suddenly, I feel faint.“Oh my God. You did it,” I gasp, tears welling up in my eyes.I spent three months perfecting every recipe, every shot, every damn word. That show was going to be the moment I stopped being ‘Sebastian’s girlfriend’ and became Nora Wolfe, the woman who actually made something of herself.He exhales slowly. “I was doing the right thing.”For a second, I genuinely wonder if I’m hallucinating.“You turned down my dream job,” my voice quivers.“It was a cooking show.”I stare at him. “It was my cooking show.”He clenches his jaw. “It wasn’t even a serious career opportunity.”My vision blurs, rage exploding in my chest.“How dare you say that to me? You know how hard I work

~002~ AN IMPROMPTU DATE

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."He snorts,

~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

~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.

~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'

~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

~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'

~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 s

~009~ RECONFIGURED SETTINGS

MARCELLUS For a long moment, silence crackles over the line, the tightness in my chest worsening. "Who is Rachel Gregory to you?" Nora demands again, her voice rising. I exhale slowly, staring out at the glittering city lights beyond the window. "You should stop digging, little wolf." "No," she spits. Of course she won't. My stubborn wife never does what she's told. I close my eyes briefly, already feeling the pull of her voice low in my stomach. "Nora—" "No," she snaps, her voice hardening like steel. "You don't get to drop bombs on my family and then play mysterious. Tell me the fucking truth." The silence stretches for a second or two, charged with pure tension. The words slip out before I can hold them back. "She was my mother." Her sharp inhale travels straight down my spine. "Your mother?" she whispers, utterly stunned. I let out a low, humorless laugh. "Adoptive mother." She's quiet again, obviously processing my statement. "I told you," I mutter. "I'm

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