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Rowan didn’t say anything for a long time after I read the last line. His gaze was locked on the journal, but his expression was unreadable — cold, deep in thought, maybe even a bit haunted. The relaxed confidence he usually had seemed to slip away, replaced by a heavier weight.

I could almost hear the wheels turning in his mind. The air felt thick, as if the room’s temperature had dipped.

"Rowan?" I finally asked quietly, setting the book on my lap. "Do you... think she was having an affair wi
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  • My Enemy [BL]   One Three

    Rowan didn’t say anything for a long time after I read the last line. His gaze was locked on the journal, but his expression was unreadable — cold, deep in thought, maybe even a bit haunted. The relaxed confidence he usually had seemed to slip away, replaced by a heavier weight.I could almost hear the wheels turning in his mind. The air felt thick, as if the room’s temperature had dipped."Rowan?" I finally asked quietly, setting the book on my lap. "Do you... think she was having an affair with this L.S. guy?"He took a moment to answer. His jaw clenched, fingers drumming on his knee. When he finally looked up, his green eyes were unreadable. "I don’t think," he said flatly. "I know."The bluntness of his words caught me off guard. "What? How can you possibly know that? Did you see something?""No," Rowan leaned back, elbows resting casually on his knees, but I could see the tension in his clenched fists. "But it happens," he replied, his voice low, edged with something that wasn’t

  • My Enemy [BL]   One Two

    Rowan’s home gym had a hint of cedar and that clean sweat smell, the kind that sticks around even after a workout. I settled cross-legged on the padded bench against the wall, an old leather journal from Carla in my lap, its yellowed pages soft from being flipped through so many times.Across from me, Rowan was doing his usual thing — trying to act like he wasn’t aware I was in the room while he worked out shirtless.The steady clank of weights filled the quiet as he lifted the barbell again, muscles in his arms flexing under the light. His focus was locked in, not drifting even a little, and honestly, it was kind of frustrating how effortlessly good he looked while doing something as basic as breathing.I sighed, pretending to be engrossed in the journal to keep my eyes from wandering. "Do you ever train with a shirt on?" I asked, flipping to another page and trying to sound casual.He didn’t even look up. "Why? Am I making you uncomfortable?"Yes.I shot him a glare. "No, it’s just

  • My Enemy [BL]   One One

    For some reason, it felt like something... or someone... was missing from this picture. The cafeteria was buzzing away its usual rhythm-chatter bouncing off the walls, clinking trays, laughter ringing from across tables-when Ainsley’s sharp, sugary voice cut through the noise like a knife."So, ladies," she said loud enough for half the cafeteria to hear, her shiny red hair catching the light as she leaned toward her cheerleader friends. "It’s official. Rowan’s taking me to the Winter Ball."I didn’t even need to look up to know the smirk she was wearing-the one that said, ’I win.’ Her table erupted in squeals and cheers, voices going so high they could probably have reached the parking lot.Tori rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. "Here we go again."But before anyone could say anything, silence swept through the tables around us. Rowan was walking by, tall and broad-shouldered, his usual bored expression in place as he carried his tray toward the trash can. Ainsl

  • My Enemy [BL]   One Hundred

    Lunch time always had its own crazy vibe, trays clattering, voices overlapping, and that unmistakable hum of laughter from teenagers filling the cafeteria. The air was filled with the scent of coffee and greasy fries, mixed with the distant sound of music leaking from someone’s earbuds.I had just stepped inside when I heard a familiar, loud squeal."Atlas Loren!"Before I could even turn around, a pink blur with curls rushed into me, almost knocking my tray out of my hands."Millie-!" I gasped, stumbling back as she hugged me tightly. "Oh my god, I can’t breathe-"She pulled back just enough to give me a dramatic once-over. "You look alive. Barely, but alive. Two weeks in isolation with Rowan Harrigan and you still have a soul? That’s a miracle. Maybe I should book you a spiritual cleansing or even an exorcism."I laughed so hard it hurt. "It wasn’t that bad."Tori rolled her eyes as she appeared beside Millie. "You say that like he didn’t torture you mentally every day in sophomore

  • My Enemy [BL]   Ninety Nine

    I did not.I turned away before he could see how my face heated up, focusing on the classroom doors ahead of us. Maybe he was right, maybe people were just bored and needed something new to gossip about.But as Rowan’s shoulder brushed mine in the crowded hallway, I felt like something had shifted between us.. something small, quiet, and terrifyingly real.Walking beside Rowan felt oddly... normal. Well, as normal as it could be when half the school looked at you like you’d just committed some kind of scandal. We reached our first class—history and I exhaled, clutching my essay like it was a lifeline.As soon as we stepped in, the usual low chatter faded. Heads turned. Whispers followed us like a wave, and I could practically feel the heat of their stares boring into my back. I forced myself to ignore it and walked straight to Mr. Daniel’s desk, sliding my paper onto the neat stack of assignments before he could even greet me."Good morning, Mr Loren," he said with a warm smile."Morn

  • My Enemy [BL]   Ninety Eight

    Even though Rowan claimed he didn’t mind if people discovered we were step-siblings, I couldn’t shake the anxiety churning in my stomach. The closer we got to school, the more my nerves unraveled.When the school gates finally appeared, I quickly turned to him and said, "You can stop here. I’ll walk the rest of the way."Rowan raised an eyebrow, slowing down but not stopping. "Why?""Because," I said, vaguely pointing toward the front of the school, "I don’t want everyone to see me getting out of your car. Do you know how quickly rumors spread in this place? One moment it’s ’oh, Atlas got a ride,’ and the next it’s ’Atlas Loren has sold his soul to Rowan Harrigan, like his idiotic friends already have.’"He looked entirely unfazed. "You’re being dramatic.""I’m being careful," I shot back, crossing my arms. "And besides, I can manage walking a few blocks just fine."Rowan gave me a long look, then a smirk crept onto his face. "Sure. You can walk—if you’re okay with showing up late. Ag

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