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2026-02-14 01:53:51
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My Enemy [BL] Three Twenty Eight
It seems like she had another journal, the dates in this were more recent that the one they had found at the cottage.Not the details, not the specific moments, but the image of her sitting by the window during late afternoons, a pen in hand, the soft sound of it scratching against paper filling the quiet room around her.He hadn’t really paid attention back then, if he did he would have realized his mother had a lot if journals were she wrote over the years...most of them burnt or thrown away by Roderick.But this one...it was kept in his study.It was just part of the background noise of his life, something constant and unremarkable.Now it felt like something else entirely.Rowan hesitated before flipping it open.For a brief moment, his grip tightened, as if a part of him understood that whatever was inside would complicate things, not simplify them.But he opened it anyway.The handwriting was unmistakable, it was his mother’s.Soft, elegant, slightly slanted in a careful way, ea
My Enemy [BL] Three Twenty Seven
Third Person POVThe house had never seemed so vast before.It wasn’t just the sheer size of Oakfield Mansion, with its lengthy corridors, soaring ceilings, and rooms that seemed to blend into one another without end.Rowan had grown up here, memorizing every twist and turn, every staircase, and every quiet nook where he would retreat as a kid, seeking solitude. Back then, the space felt comforting, a sign of stability, something solid that couldn’t easily be shaken.Now, it felt empty.Every step echoed too loudly against the polished floors, the sound trailing behind him as if reluctant to let him slip away unnoticed.These days, the staff kept their distance, their conversations falling silent as soon as he appeared, their eyes darting toward him with a mix of sympathy and discomfort. Rowan chose to ignore it. He didn’t acknowledge much of anything anymore.It had been a week since everything fell apart, and during that time, he discovered that silence could be more deafening than
My Enemy [BL] Three Twenty Six
Where Rowan retreated, Frank leaned in...not emotionally, but practically. He was always on the phone, moving from room to room with a quiet sense of purpose, dealing with lawyers, the dealership, and details none of us had even thought about in the chaos of that night.That became his way of coping.If there was something that could be fixed, he focused on it. If it couldn’t be fixed, he moved on to the next issue.He still came to see me, though.Not every day, but enough that I started to expect him. He’d knock once before letting himself in, usually finding me in the living room or kitchen, and for a little while, it felt almost normal."Have you eaten?" he asked one afternoon, leaning against the counter like he belonged there.I shrugged. "Define eaten."He frowned slightly and moved toward the fridge. "That’s not a real answer.""I had coffee.""That doesn’t count and you know it."He pulled out a container of leftovers and set it on the counter, giving me a look that said argu
My Enemy [BL] Three Twenty Five
The week following everything that went down didn’t feel like a break or a chance to catch my breath at all. If anything, it seemed like the world had cranked up the volume, pushing harder and faster, almost like it had been waiting for the moment our lives would crack open to pour in.Oakfield Mansion, which used to feel overly quiet and stifling in its perfection, transformed into something completely different. The silence that used to linger in its polished halls was gone, replaced by a constant clamor that never really settled into something I recognized.It started outside.Every morning, even before I pulled back the curtains, I could hear them. The distant hum of voices overlapping, the occasional shout, and the sharp clicks of cameras going off like insects right outside the gates. By the second day, the crowd had swelled. By the fourth, it felt like the whole city had decided our front driveway was the new hotspot.Reporters, photographers, and people who openly displayed th
My Enemy [BL] Three Twenty Four
Frank leaned in closer, his voice urgent but low, gripping my shoulders tightly. He pulled back just enough to really look at me, his fingers pressing down firmly...just enough to be steady, not painful, as if he needed to be sure I was really there and not about to vanish.His gaze roamed my face carefully, taking in every detail with an intensity that suggested he was searching for anything amiss, and then it landed on something.The bruise.I could tell the second he spotted it. His expression tightened, and a darker look flickered across his face before he pushed it down. His jaw clenched a bit, tension settling in, but his voice stayed measured when he asked,"What happened?" It was quieter now, but the underlying strain was still there.For a moment, I hesitated. Not because I didn’t know what to say, but because I did. I had repeated those words so many times that they came out like a reflex, an old habit I couldn’t seem to shake."It’s nothing. I’m fine," I replied, shaking my
My Enemy [BL] Three Twenty Three
"I have connections that reach far beyond this little display," he continued, his tone remaining calm, never breaking, as if we were discussing business over dinner rather than being escorted away in handcuffs. "Judges, politicians, people who get how the world really works. You think this ends here? It doesn’t." His eyes scanned the crowd before landing on Rowan. Something clenched in my chest. Rowan hadn’t budged from where he stood at the base of the steps. Snow had begun to settle lightly on his dark hair and shoulders, the flakes clinging there, but he didn’t seem to notice. His focus was locked on the man being led to the waiting car, his expression unreadable in a way that made it impossible to discern what he was feeling, or if he was feeling anything at all. He didn’t shout. He didn’t move forward. He didn’t even flinch. He just watched. And somehow, that stillness felt heavier than anything else. Roderick held his gaze for a moment longer, something unreadable flas
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