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All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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One Thirty Nine

As Frank smiled at me, brushing a crumb from the corner of my mouth with that effortless gentleness, something warm curled in my chest...too warm, too bright, and too big to ignore.I froze for a moment.Oh.Oh.My heart stumbled in the silliest way, and I found myself sitting perfectly still, afraid that if I moved too fast, I might scare away this realization or worse, make it too real. But it was there, loud and certain and terrifying in the best possible way.I was in love with him.Not maybe, definitely not almost.Not some vague feeling of love if I squinted hard enough.I was actually, unmistakably, overwhelmingly in love with him.It stunned me so much I almost forgot how to breathe.All those weeks spent trying to sort out my feelings wondering what counted as affection, what was just fear of being alone, what was guilt or admiration or confusion, they all seemed ridiculous now. The truth had been quietly growing within me long before I dared to name it.I loved being around

One Forty

I closed the gap between us and kissed him. This wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was full of hunger, urgency, all those words I still couldn’t bring myself to say pouring out into the heat of the moment. My lips parted against his with that first breath, and the second his tongue brushed mine, a moan escaped me before I even realized it.God, he tasted like chocolate and salt, like that last sip of hot cocoa we shared. He tasted like everything good I’d been too scared to reach out for.Frank let out a low groan, raw and helpless, as soon as my tongue curled around his. It ignited something within me. His hands finally found my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel every hard contour of his body pressing against mine. Without thinking, I rolled my hips, craving more contact, and he responded with a broken sound that made my toes curl.His mouth was hot and desperate, moving over mine as if he were trying to memorize every detail. Our tongues intertwined, sometimes slow and filthy, other

One Forty One

"Rowan—" My voice came out small, breaking as I spoke. Frank moved right away, positioning himself in front of me as I hurried to grab my sweater. His jaw was set, his voice dangerously low. "Back off, man." Rowan didn’t even acknowledge him. His attention was focused on me, my flushed cheeks, my shaking fingers clutching my sweater to my chest. An unsettling mix of emotions flickered across his face. "I said," he repeated, his voice trembling with barely contained fury, "get your hands off my stepbrother." I had no idea how long I knelt there, frozen, my shirt gripped tightly to my chest, my heart racing as if trying to break free. One moment, I was in Frank’s arms, feeling breathless and shaky for all the right reasons, and the next Rowan was right there with us. Standing at the edge of the clearing, breathing heavily in angry bursts, his eyes locked on me as if he could ignite me with just a look. For a moment, he appeared almost... unhinged, like he had rushed here fueled pure

One Forty Two

Rowan took a step back, caught off guard more than by the shove, and then shot a venomous glare my way. "Clearly he does," he snapped, "if he’s stuck with a complete idiot like you."His words landed like a slap.Frank’s eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, something I’d only seen once before during their first fight. His voice dropped, low and simmering. "What gives you the right to control him, huh? Acting like you suddenly give a damn about him?"Rowan’s jaw tightened so hard I thought it might crack, but Frank continued, undeterred."Didn’t you treat him like garbage for years? With no reason?" Frank scoffed, moving closer until their chests almost touched. "You bullied him. Humiliated him, broke him down every chance you had with your dipshit squad?"He tilted his head, his eyes fierce. "And now you want to pretend you’re his protective older brother? Out of nowhere? Really?"My heart raced.Rowan’s expression hardened.For a brief moment, something flickered in his eyes, was it

One Forty Three

I jogged through the trees, branches whipping against my arms, my breath sharp and uneven in my chest. My mind was still spinning, struggling to catch up with everything that had happened in the span of a few chaotic minutes, the almost-something between Frank and me shattering before it even had time to settle.I spotted Rowan’s back up ahead, broad shoulders tense beneath the fading gold light filtering through the woods. He was walking fast, furious, determined, but I pushed myself harder until I caught up, grabbing the back of his arm."Rowan—wait!"He didn’t. He yanked his arm forward as if shaking off a spider.That only pissed me off more.I surged ahead and planted a hand on his shoulder, spinning him around so fast he actually had to take a step back."What the fuck, Rowan?!" My voice came out louder than I expected, but I didn’t care. Everything boiling inside me needed an outlet.He stared down at me with that same cold, seething glare he’d walked in with—jaw tight, eyes sh

One Forty Four

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Our breaths came out harsh and uneven, fogging in the cooling evening air. It felt like everything around us-the trees, the dirt, the dying sunlight-was holding itself still, waiting to see which one of us would explode first. My heartbeat was still thundering from the shouting, from the adrenaline, from the mess of emotions I couldn’t even begin to sort through.Then Rowan moved.Without warning, he grabbed my wrist...not painfully, but firm enough that it jolted me and tugged me toward the direction of the trail."Get in the car," he muttered, low and breathless. "We’re going home."I yanked my hand back instantly."No," I said, backing a step away from him. "Don’t do that. Don’t just... pull me around like you get to decide what I do."Something flashed across his face-anger, frustration, maybe something else entirely-but it twisted his features, and he dragged a hand through his hair as he let out a heavy, ragged breath."I’m not trying to contro

One Forty Five

Rowan didn’t say anything else after that-nothing at all. He just stood there for a second, staring at me like he was wrestling with something he refused to voice.Then he brushed past me and headed toward the car, shoulders stiff, steps heavy. For a moment, I stayed rooted to the spot, hugging my arms around myself as the forest breeze cooled the last of the heat on my skin. Everything inside me felt twisted and aching, like I’d been wrung out, squeezed dry of every possible emotion.Finally, I forced myself to move.I climbed into the passenger seat, shutting the door softly even though I wanted to slam it. Rowan was already inside, staring out the windshield with his jaw clenched so tight I could see the strain in the muscles at the side of his face. He didn’t look at me-not once. He didn’t even blink in my direction. The tension wrapped around the car like a thick fog, suffocating and icy, making the leather seat beneath me feel colder than usual.He started the engine without a w

One Forty Six

Third Person’s POVRita stood at the bottom of the stairs long after Atlas had shut his door upstairs. The sound of it was pretty subtle, not dramatic at all, but it still cut through her. She pressed her hand against her chest, brows furrowing in confusion as she tried to figure out what had just happened in the foyer when the teens had walked in.Just a little while ago, she was looking forward to hearing about their day, hoping to find another sign that Clearwater hadn’t just been a one-off. But instead, Atlas had marched past her, barely giving a glance, his expression harsh and her eyes glistening with what looked way too much like anger, which was an unfamiliar look on Atlas who was known to be calm.Rita swallowed hard and turned to Rowan.He hadn’t moved an inch from his spot by the door, his shoulders tense under his dark jacket. When her eyes met his, he looked away quickly, almost like he couldn’t bear to face her."Rowan," Rita said quietly, stepping closer. "What happened

One Forty Seven

For months, she had tried gently nudging them towards some sort of peace, believing time and patience would heal old wounds. But tonight, it was clear: whatever storm had erupted between Atlas and Rowan was beyond anything she could mediate.The only people who could fix things between Atlas and Rowan was themselves.So she let it go. She left him alone in the kitchen where the warm lights felt dimmer now that she was out of sight.Rowan stood at the counter long after she left, both hands pressed on the cold marble, his reflection barely visible in the smooth surface, his jaw tight, eyes brimming with unspoken agony. The house was silent around him, but inside his mind, there was a cacophony, a relentless mess that wouldn’t quiet.Communication.That was the word she’d used.As if just saying the truth was as easy as saying I don’t like pickles or you took my charger.But how was he supposed to do that? Walk up to Atlas’s room, knock, and say..."Hey, I’m losing it because I saw you

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Third Person’s POVRowan pushed himself away from the counter, exhaling deeply, as if releasing a bit of the tightness in his shoulders. His mind was a jumbled mess cluttered with unsettling memories he was trying, but failing, to banish and all he craved was the comfort of his room, a dark and quiet place where he could pretend everything was fine.He barely took two steps before his phone buzzed in his pocket.A sharp, intrusive vibration.He paused, pulling it out, hoping for something boring. Maybe a text from Dad checking if he was back home. Or just a random group chat notification.But dread washed over him as he saw the name lighting up the screen.Ainsley.Again.Just seeing her name made his jaw tense. She’d been sending him daily texts, sometimes three or four a day. Long messages, short ones, flirty notes, irritated rants often all within an hour. He hadn’t replied to any of them in weeks, but that didn’t stop her. It was like she didn’t understand what silence meant.Like

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