All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

THIRD PERSON POVNeither responded.The silence was more painful than a fight would’ve been. Irritation flared bright and hot in Rowan’s chest—after days of Atlas avoiding him, dodging every attempt at contact, refusing even a sliver of an explanation, there he was, having a quiet discussion with the one person who had every reason to despise them both.After another beat, Frank let out a sharp exhale through his nose and pushed off from the stone wall he’d been leaning against."I’ve got somewhere to be," he muttered, already turning away.Rowan watched him walk off, his jaw tightening as Frank’s broad shoulders disappeared around the corner of the building. Only when the footsteps had faded did he turn back to Atlas."What’s going on with you?" he asked, his voice quieter now, though he still couldn’t hide the edge.Atlas shifted his weight, discomfort etched on his face. "Nothing."Rowan scoffed softly. "Sure. Because nothing usually involves secretly meeting up with the guy who pu

"What about him, Atlas?" Rowan asked carefully.Atlas’s hands clenched at his sides, nails digging into his palms."I didn’t mean to listen," he said quickly, words tumbling out in a rush. "I was just passing by at first. But then your dad said something that made me stop."Rowan waited, silent, his body tense.Atlas could still hear Roderick’s voice in perfect detail...calm, controlled, utterly certain."He said the motel was handled," Atlas whispered.Rowan’s frown deepened. "Handled how?""That’s what I thought too," Atlas replied, voice cracking slightly. "But Mr. Carlby sounded nervous. He said people might start asking questions. Especially Frank."Rowan’s breathing changed, shorter, shallower."And then your dad said..." Atlas hesitated, throat constricting around the words. "He said Logan forced his hand."The sentence fell between them like a stone dropped into deep water.Rowan stared at him, expression blank for one heartbeat suspended in time.Then he let out a short, disb

My chest heaved, tears burning at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall, not here. Not now."If you’re going to be mad at anyone, be mad at me," I said, my voice shaking but steady enough to carry the weight I needed it to. "I know you two don’t hate each other, you just hate the fact that I can’t choose between you both. I’m the one who woke up and started falling for both of you, it’s me. So be mad at me, not each other. Not over petty stuff like flashlights and cars and who’s driving. Just... stop. Please, don’t that get in the way of finding out the truth. This is our priority...and when we figure this out, we will resolve what’s going on between us."Silence enveloped the room, so complete I could hear the snow whispering against the window outside.Rowan’s expression softened first, the sharp edges of his anger melting away as he stepped closer, his voice rough but gentle. "Atlas..."Frank’s hand found my shoulder, warm and steady. "Hey. This isn’t on you. None

The mansion loomed ahead through the swirling snow like something from a half-remembered nightmare, its lights cutting sharp yellow slits across the driveway as Frank’s car crunched to a stop just beyond the front steps.I turned to Frank, "You know what you have to do, right Frank?"Frank nodded, his blue eyes looking conflicted and worried.Rowan and I climbed out together, the cold biting instantly through my coat, settling deep in my bones, but neither of us hesitated. Frank lingered a moment longer behind the wheel, his hands gripping it tightly, eyes darting toward the house with a look I couldn’t quite figure out, something guarded, almost reluctant."Be careful, you guys," he said quietly. Still, as we started moving, he didn’t follow, and I didn’t have time to question it. The flash drive burned in my pocket like a live coal, and every step toward the front door felt heavier than the last, the weight of Logan’s confession echoing in my head like a second heartbeat.We pushed

She stepped closer, her voice dropping into that familiar, pleading tone she used when she wanted me to see things her way. "Do you think I wanted this?" she started, the words spilling out like a sudden gust of wind filling the quiet room."That someone had to die for you to have a good life? Did you really want to stay poor?! Living with your abusive father and struggling to afford rent, barely managing to put food on the table?! Everything I’ve done was for you, Atlas. All of it. And all you’ve done is make me feel like a terrible person for it...crying about how I forced you to live with your bully instead of recognizing my sacrifice and stopping being ungrateful!"Her voice cracked at the end, but there was no softness; only a sharp edge honed by years of resentment hidden behind perfect smiles and fancy dinners.I stared at her, the sting of the slap from moments earlier still throbbing on my cheek, disbelief washing over me like a wave. This was the woman who had once spoiled m