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Two Sixteen
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2026-04-11 00:27:45
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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
My Enemy [BL] Three Twenty Two
It was that sound that broke through.Something about it, final and undeniable...seemed to echo louder than the sirens, louder than the voices, louder than everything else in that moment.Rowan inhaled sharply.It was the first real sign of life from him since the police had arrived, the first crack in the stillness he had clung to so tightly. His gaze was locked on his father, unblinking, as if he were trying to reconcile the man before him with the one he had known all his life.Roderick turned his head slightly, enough to look at him.For a moment, something almost familiar flickered in his expression, not softness or remorse, but something that might have passed for acknowledgment under different circumstances."You’ll understand one day," he said quietly.Rowan didn’t respond.He didn’t move.He just stared.The officer guiding Roderick toward the door didn’t pause, didn’t let the moment linger longer than necessary. The reality pressed forward, leaving no room for sentiment.Beh
My Enemy [BL] Three Twenty One
The first thing that struck me wasn’t the sound of sirens.No, it was the silence that preceded them.It crept in like a held breath as I walked back to the study, settling over the mansion in a way that felt wrong, almost as if the walls were bracing for something inevitable. The fire in the study had dwindled, its crackling turned into a muted pop, and the lingering scent of burnt paper hung in the air, coating my throat each time I swallowed.No one spoke.Rowan was standing just a few feet ahead, his shoulders tense, his posture rigid, somehow making him appear taller than usual. But I knew it wasn’t confidence keeping him upright; it was something more brittle and fragile, as if any touch could shatter him.Across the room, Roderick had gone still.His face was bruised, and there were marks on his neck. I’d only stepped away for a few minutes, and already, Rowan had taken it upon himself to beat his father’s ass.The arrogance that had colored Roderick’s voice moments earlier had
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