All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

The jet landed smoothly, barely bumping the ground, the tires almost delicately touching the tarmac as if they were afraid to disturb it. From my oval window, I took in the sight of Hayseville below—an endless stretch of desert punctuated by a dazzling display of neon and glass that looked like someone had tossed a bunch of jewels across the sand.Even in the daylight, the city seemed alive, lights flashing in vibrant pinks and electric blues, hotels shaped like pyramids and golden spheres rising as if to compete with the sky itself.Pressing my face against the glass as we taxied, I felt my heart do a little flip, a feeling that had nothing to do with flying. Willow Haven had its own charm...quiet streets, familiar faces, kinda had that cozy small-town vibe that made you feel secure, but this?It was something completely different. Hayseville didn’t just whisper; it roared, all glitz and extravagance, like Vegas had decided to mature, get some work done, and start flaunting designer

In my dream that night, the gala turned into a total shit show. Chandeliers dripped blood-red light, and guests wore masks that sneered at me as I walked by.Whispers followed like freaking smoke: "Step-brothers... disgusting... what would their parents think?"Familiar faces...Mom, Roderick, Frank, loomed from the crowd, eyes full of disgust. Mom turned away, Roderick disowned us with one cold word, and Frank... Frank just walked away, heartbroken and silent, leaving me alone in the center of the ballroom as the whispers turned to shouts.I’ve had multiple dreams of being trapped and drowning...but why did this one feel so close to home?I jolted awake, heart racing, sheets damp with sweat. The suite was pitch dark except for the faint glow of the city outside, the clock on the nightstand reading 2:47 a.m. I sat up, disoriented and trembling, the dream clinging to me like cobwebs.Unable to even think about falling back asleep, I grabbed my phone and texted him.Me: You awake?His re

A deep groan rumbled from his chest, sending shivers down my spine even though I was already warm.My jaw dropped in surprise, and my brain scrambled to catch up. I turned my head, about to blurt out a confused "what the hell do you think you’re doing?" but he rocked into me again, unapologetically. The contact sent a jolt through me that had nothing to do with the cool air on my wet skin."Shhh," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear, lips brushing my lobe in a way that made me shiver. "It’s okay... I’m hard too, you know. I’m glad I have that effect on you as you do to me."The words hit me like a splash of cold water, and heat rushed to my cheeks, probably turning me bright red under the dim lights. I tried to play it cool with a grunt, but it came out more like a pathetic puff of air."Then stop being an ass," I shot back, my voice shaking a bit, showing just how much he was already getting to me.I could almost hear Rowan’s smirk, I could feel it against my skin. Then he l

Morning came in like that friend who just shows up unannounced. Sunlight streamed through the huge windows of my suite, casting everything in a warm, golden hue. I woke up to the gentle but persistent knock of hotel staff bringing in what had to be the most extravagant breakfast cart I’d ever seen.Silver domes sparkled in the light, fresh orchids bobbed in a crystal vase, and the delicious smell of warm croissants and perfectly ripe berries drifted through the air like a luxurious scent. I sat up, my hair a messy halo, staring at the sheer opulence of it all.The attendant beamed at me, said something about "compliments of the house," and slipped away before I could even get a full thank-you out. Alone again, I lifted the first dome to uncover fluffy scrambled eggs topped with truffle, a mountain of caviar next to blinis the size of silver dollars, and a chilled glass of champagne fizzing like it was offended by gravity.This really was the life...I should’ve felt spoiled, but inste

I continued to watch Logan across the ballroom...tall, silver-haired, in a perfectly fitted suit, standing next to Roderick like they were old pals from some battle. Frank, invited as family, hovered awkwardly nearby.His dark suit was immaculate, but his expression was tight, as if he’d rather be anywhere else. Our eyes met for just a quick moment across the busy room; he gave me a nearly imperceptible nod before looking away. Rowan’s fingers pressed a bit firmer on my back—just a hint, but enough to catch my attention.Then two girls appeared in front of us as if summoned by ambition alone. One had dirty-blonde hair swept into a neat updo, her brown eyes glimmering with practiced charm; the other had dark hair falling in perfect waves, blue eyes assessing us like we were a business investment.Both wore dresses that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe...one in deep purple, the other in shiny rose gold."Rowan Harrigan," the blonde said, extending her manicured hand, her entir