All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

"I’m fine, Mom. Seriously," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "The party was just... a bit much. And honestly, I didn’t get the best sleep afterward."Mom reached out and gently ruffled my hair, just like she used to when I was young and came home crying from school or with a scraped knee. Her fingers lingered a bit, smoothing my hair down, but there was a hint of sadness in her smile...her lips turned up, but her eyes didn’t match.The soft light from the lamp made her features look gentle as well, but it couldn’t hide those worry lines that had started showing up more frequently lately."I know Roderick told me to chill, but I just can’t help it," she said softly, mixing that familiar motherly love with a touch of frustration. "Worrying is pretty much part of the job description."She let her hand drop to her lap, twisting her wedding ring like she often did since marrying Roderick. "You used to tell me everything, Atlas. We’d sit on the couch of our tiny apartment, ice cream

Geography class felt like it was dragging on forever, with Mr. Harlan droning on about tectonic plates while I doodled absent-minded spirals in the margins of my notebook. The whispers from the hallway kept looping in my head like a broken record.Fifty videos. Fifty girls if not more...Those numbers seemed unreal, yet they felt like some sort of armor—thin and dented, sure, but still something solid keeping me safe from the gnawing fear that had been eating at me all morning.When the bell finally rang, I took my time gathering my things, waiting for the crowd to thin out a bit before I slipped into the stream of students heading toward chemistry.The lab was already half-full when I pushed through the door, the familiar scent of old Bunsen burner residue mixed with sharp marker ink washing over me like a wave.Sunlight poured in through the high windows, lighting up the dust motes dancing above the black-topped tables, and the usual pre-class chaos was ramping up...chairs scraping

As soon as the bell rang marking the end of the school day, the three of us squeezed into Tori’s worn-out hatchback, our breath fogging the windows and the heater blasting against the December chill.Of course, Millie took charge of the music, excitedly selecting her classic "holiday cheese" playlist that kicked off with a hilariously cheery version of "All I Want for Christmas Is You." By the time we parked in front of Joe’s Ice Cream Parlor, we were all singing along, our laughter filling the car like confetti.Joe’s had remained unchanged for years, and that’s exactly what we loved about it. The bright neon sign buzzed cheerfully in pink and blue, boasting "Homemade Since 1957." Inside, the delightful aroma of freshly baked waffle cones wafted from the old iron press behind the counter, mingling warm sugar and cool dairy, making our mouths water long before we reached the glass display.Red vinyl booths lined the walls, decorated with framed black-and-white photos of Willow Haven f

Later that night, after Millie and Tori dropped me off with warm hugs and promises to text about dresses for Snow Ball, the mansion felt oddly quiet yet overwhelming. On the drive home, their laughter filled the car, and holiday lights whizzed past the windows in colorful streaks. But as soon as I walked through the front door, the warmth of their company evaporated, leaving me alone with the heaviness of unspoken thoughts.When I got to the dining room, dinner was already laid out—an elegant, understated setup that had become the norm in this house. Crystal glasses sparkled in the chandelier light, silverware gleamed, and the aroma of rosemary and garlic wafted from the herb-crusted salmon.Mom and Roderick were already seated; Roderick was loosening his tie, looking both tired and affectionate as Mom poured him some wine. And of course, there was Rowan, sitting right next to me, looking annoyingly put-together in a dark sweater that made his eyes pop. He looked up as I walked in, a

My breath caught in my throat as Rowan’s words lingered in the air, low and deliberate, his body radiating warmth that felt like a solid wall, pinning me in place without even touching me. The hunger in his gaze was clear, dark and raw, sending a treacherous shiver racing down my spine—one that had nothing to do with fear. For a heartbeat, I was frozen, unable to move or think; all I could feel was the heat from his bare skin and the faint cedar scent that wrapped around me like a drug. A drug I really wanted to get addicted to...even if it ruined me. Then, reality hit me, sharp and cold. I ducked under his arm before he could react, slipping out from the cage of his body and putting a safe distance of several feet between us. My hands shook as I shoved them into the pockets of my pajama pants, turning to face him, hoping I looked more resolute than the chaotic mess I felt inside. "No," I said, surprising myself with how firm my voice sounded. "That’s... that’s not happening...at