All Chapters of 100 Days With My Nemesis: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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~010~ UNDENIABLE CURRENTS

NORA I level my deadliest glare across the studio. Tiffany glares right back. She's spent the last twenty minutes introducing herself to every breathing soul in the building—twice—like she's running for mayor of Reality TV.She’s tall, auburn, stunning, and currently staring at me like I murdered her favorite houseplant.The Taste of Tomorrow offices are pure chaos. The producers are sprinting with clipboards, the assistants juggling coffee and the signing of contracts. And right in the middle of it all is me. The freshly married walking disaster."I still don't understand why she's here," Tiffany announces loudly enough for the entire floor to hear.I slowly lift my gaze from my coffee.A producer winces. Someone else suddenly discovers that the carpet is fascinating.Tiffany crosses her arms, flipping her hair. "Let's be real. No one would care about her if she hadn't trapped Marcellus Gregory."The room goes pin-drop silent.My smile blooms, full of teeth."Interesting," I pu

~011~ OPERATION ‘RESIST THE SEDUCER’

NORA My knees hit the leather on either side of his thighs, the mini dress riding up so high it's barely there. We are separated from the driver by tinted privacy glass, but it feels like the entire city might be watching. "Marcellus—" I start, but his mouth claims mine before I can finish the protest. This isn't the perfectly executed brand from the studio. This kiss is raw. It feels like a dam just broke inside him. His hand stays locked around my neck while his tongue strokes deep, exploring. He tastes like chocolate toffee, and fuck, I can no longer control my own body. I kiss him back harder, my nails digging into his shoulders through the expensive suit, chasing the friction of his chest against my breasts. He groans into my mouth. One big hand slides down my back, gripping my ass and pulling me tighter against the hard bulge straining in his pants. The friction is immediate. Every tiny shift of the car sends me grinding along that thick swell, the thin lace of

~012~ MAN OR MONSTER

NORA Marcellus takes my hand without asking. His grip is firm, warm, and far too possessive for my liking, but I let him lead me down the hallway anyway. My bare feet pad silently against the cool marble as we stop in front of an olive-green door that looks like it belongs in a moody luxury magazine. He pushes it open. I step inside and freeze. The room is me. Deep emerald accents, soft cream and gold tones, a massive bed with the exact kind of romantic canopy I've always secretly pinned on P*******t. There's even a reading nook by the window with a velvet chair that matches the dress I wore to the gala. It's beautiful. So... intimate. But it's unmistakably his room. His tantalizing scent clings to everything. A sleek black dresser, a masculine leather armchair in the corner, and the faint outline of his watch on the nightstand. All of these points at the original occupant of the room. "This is your room," I say, my voice flat. He closes the door behind us with a soft sound.

~013~ DETECTIVE NORA

NORA I stare at him, my heart still racing from the implication of everything he just laid bare. I need to know if I'm just a war spoil to him.What difference will it make? A tiny voice asks at the back of my mind.But in truth, knowing what I am to him is what I need to keep myself afloat in this bottomless pit.He shrugs casually as if we're discussing dinner plans. "I married you because you married me."My jaw drops.Is he toying with me right now?!I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I level a fiery glare at him."Stop avoiding my question, Marcellus. Answer me!"He doesn't flinch. Instead, he moves towards me. His movements are unhurried and graceful, like a predator who has successfully caged his prey.I back away purely on instincts."Marcellus—"Before I can slip sideways, his arm snakes around my waist, pulling me flush against his bare chest. I'm barely breathing at this point. His dark blue eyes have gone empty. There's no smirk or teasing."Yes," he

~014~ PEELING THE LAYERS

NORA Marcellus comes up in front of me. His hand closes over mine on the camera, gentle but firm, and he plucks it from my fingers..I stare up at him, shocked.He's... smiling. It's not the usual annoying smirk or that icy look. This one is soft around the edges. Almost fond. As if the sight of me reuniting with this old thing actually pleases him.My stomach flips hard."Give it back," I demand, reaching for it.He lifts it higher with ease, that fond smile still playing on his lips. I stretch onto my toes, swiping at the air, but he's too damn tall.My body presses forward, and suddenly I'm trapped between the hard edge of the desk behind me and the even harder wall of his chest.His scent wraps around me, making my heart go out of rhythm."It's mine now," he says."What?!" I sputter, reaching higher. "No! That's my camera. I lost it senior year. Give it—"He raises it just out of reach again, his eyes gleaming with challenge. "Take it if you can, little wolf."I stretch hard

~015~ TWO TRUTHS & A LIE

NORA Slowly, I lower the phone from my ear. I stare across the table at Marcellus. My husband. The man who just admitted he married me for revenge."Tell me you didn't do it," I say, my voice trembling.He leans back in his chair, his gaze locking onto mine."Do what, little wolf?"My pulse thunders in my ears. Cecilia's gaze bounces between us, her notepad forgotten."Did you put Sebastian in that accident?" My voice rises. "Tell me the truth, Marcellus. Did you have him targeted?"He doesn't flinch or look away. He only tilts his head slightly, that infuriating smile ghosting his lips."Accidents happen every day, Nora. Some people drive too fast. Some people have... enemies."The cryptic non-answer floods me with a sickening wave of ice-cold horror."You bastard." My throat bobs. "You actually did it. You married me for revenge, and now you're cleaning up the loose ends. Is that it?"I shove my chair back so hard it scrapes against the floor. Cecilia reaches out like she wa

~016~ A HELL OF A NIGHTMARE

NORA Sebastian stares at the diamond on my finger. His confusion melts into disbelief, then unadulterated fear.The doctor shifts uncomfortably. "Mr. Griffin, perhaps we should—""No." His gaze snaps back to me. "Nora?"The lump in my throat swells until breathing becomes difficult. How do I even say it?Congratulations, Sebastian. While you were unconscious, I married your worst enemy.I let out a shaky laugh, struggling to process this madness. Am I having a nightmare? Because this feels a lot like one."It's... complicated," I finally tell him.His face drains of color. To him, yesterday we were still together. I was still his. Marcellus Gregory was dead and buried.A muscle jumps in his jaw. "Nora."The way he says my name unsettles me. He probably thinks this is some cruel joke.The doctor clears her throat. "Mr. Griffin's memories appear to be anchored to an earlier period. The trauma has preserved older recollections while blocking access to more recent events."Sebasti

~017~ RED-HANDED

MARCELLUS The second her eyes lock onto the tattoo, I know I'm fucked. For four years I kept that particular madness hidden from the whole world. Now my wife is staring straight at it. "What the actual fuck...?" I close my eyes for a second, but the corner of my lips is already curving. Why should I feel embarrassed? When I open my eyes, Nora is frozen in the doorway, her cheeks blazing red. It's probably from the fact that I'm standing here completely naked. But her gaze is also fixed on the tattoo on my thigh. In her handwriting. I look down at the bold letters inked high on my inner thigh. NORA. To be fair, it's my favorite tattoo. She points, her mouth hanging open. "What?" I sigh. "That's not a question." "THAT'S MY HANDWRITING." "How extremely observant of you." "Normal people don't do this, Marcellus." I tilt my head, considering. "You're probably right." Her jaw drops. I have to look away before I laugh. "Before you ask—" I start, my voice flat. Her ey

~018~ THE UNSPOKEN

NORA Pinned against the wall with my wrists trapped above my head in one of his big hands, I know I'm in serious trouble.My claim that I don't find him attractive at all? Complete bullshit. My body has already sold me out.I'm shamefully wet, and the worst part is that the low, guttural sounds he made while I stroked him are still echoing in my head, addictive."Don't test me, Marcellus," I snap, trying to sound fierce even as my voice comes out breathy and wobbly. "I meant what I said."He leans in closer, his bare chest brushing against my breasts through my thin top, and trails one finger lazily down the center of my cleavage, all the way to the button of my jeans.My lungs won't expand properly anymore."Why?" he purrs. "If you're not into me at all... you should have no problem backing up your statement, wife."The button of my jeans pops open under his fingers. My chest heaves as he slides his hand inside, straight past the waistband of my panties. The first brush

~019~ GROWING PARANOIA

NORA The silence on the other end of the line lingers so long that I think the call might have dropped."Daddy?" I whisper again, my voice cracking.He exhales heavily. "Nora, sweetheart... I can't do this over the phone. Come home tomorrow morning. We'll sit down properly—your mother and I. There are things you need to hear face to face."My knees feel weak. I lean harder against the wall paneling, the safe mocking me from the corner of my eye. "But I need to know now. Please. I'm losing my mind here.""I know, sweetheart. I know." His voice softens. It's the same tone he often used to comfort me whenever I had nightmares. "Just... hold on until tomorrow. Okay?"Tears blur my vision. I didn't even know who Rachel Gregory was until that night of the wedding. I'd only overheard Mum and Dad mention her name in a hushed, bitter conversation. Their tones alone had told me she wasn't a good person. But this?This is far worse than I thought."Just tell me one thing," I beg, my voice

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