บททั้งหมดของ My Enemy [BL]: บทที่ 331 - บทที่ 340

It seems like she had another journal, the dates in this were more recent that the one they had found at the cottage.Not the details, not the specific moments, but the image of her sitting by the window during late afternoons, a pen in hand, the soft sound of it scratching against paper filling the quiet room around her.He hadn’t really paid attention back then, if he did he would have realized his mother had a lot if journals were she wrote over the years...most of them burnt or thrown away by Roderick.But this one...it was kept in his study.It was just part of the background noise of his life, something constant and unremarkable.Now it felt like something else entirely.Rowan hesitated before flipping it open.For a brief moment, his grip tightened, as if a part of him understood that whatever was inside would complicate things, not simplify them.But he opened it anyway.The handwriting was unmistakable, it was his mother’s.Soft, elegant, slightly slanted in a careful way, ea

Third Person POVRowan’s expression remained unchanged, but something flickered in his eyes.Frank let out a breath, rubbing his hand over his face. "You really didn’t think that was something I should know?"Finally, Rowan turned his head, his gaze meeting Frank’s with a calm that didn’t match the tension."It wasn’t about you."Frank let out a short, humorless laugh. "Right. Because I just happen to be the guy standing here who also—" He cut himself off, exhaling sharply. "Forget it.""No," Rowan said quietly. "You should go on."Frank locked eyes with him, his expression noticeably sharper."I said it’s messed up," he repeated, voice tense. "You and him, sneaking around like that behind my back. And yeah, things were complicated, but that doesn’t make it any less messed up."Rowan didn’t reply right away.Frank let out another breath, shaking his head. "I’m not even getting into the whole stepbrother thing now because that’s a whole different level of weird, but seriously... you co

Atlas’s PovThe house had finally settled into a kind of quiet that didn’t feel stifling, which was odd considering how chaotic everything had been just days earlier. Outside the gates, the reporters lingered, their presence like a bad odor that just wouldn’t go away, although the amount of them had reduced over time.Those occasional camera flashes still pierced the evening light whenever someone walked by a window. The police were stopping by less often, but they hadn’t completely vanished, and the staff still whispered when they thought nobody was listening, their hushed voices filled with disbelief as they tried to make sense of what had unfolded.And inside my room, though, there was a fragile calm that I hadn’t felt in quite a while.Millie was sprawled on my bed, curled up with one arm tucked beneath her cheek, breathing softly in a way that made the whole space feel quieter. She had insisted on staying over earlier, saying she wouldn’t leave me alone in this house, and honestl

The silence had stretched on for so long that I honestly thought it might just last forever, like a fragile truce none of us wanted to shatter. But the tension hanging in the air that evening felt heavier, more palpable, as if the room itself recognized we had hit a point where we could no longer pretend things were fine.We were in the sitting room, the same one that had seen too much in recent weeks, yet somehow it looked just as it always did, with that warm glow from the lamp in the corner and the lingering scent of polished wood.I was on one end of the couch, Frank had plopped himself in the armchair to my left, leaning back with one ankle resting on his knee. At first glance, he looked relaxed, but if you watched him for more than a second, you could see the way his fingers tapped lightly against the armrest in a steady, restless rhythm, revealing that his mind was clearly racing.Rowan was on the other end of the couch...close enough for comfort but not too close, his arm drap

"Just trying ...isn’t a guarantee," I pointed out. "If this thing blows up in our faces, all of us could get hurt again.""Yes," Frank agreed easily. "But neither is walking away from something you clearly don’t want to lose."Ouch, that hit a little harder than I expected. I found myself staring down at my hands, because he was right, even if I didn’t like how straightforward he made it.Rowan shifted next to me, leaning in a bit closer, enough that I could really feel his presence, but not so close it was overwhelming."You’re acting like this is totally new," he said quietly, though with that familiar sharpness in his tone. "But it’s not."I glanced at him, furrowing my brows slightly."How isn’t this new?"He looked at me like the answer should be obvious."Because we’ve already been doing this," he said, gesturing between the three of us. "Not officially, not with any neat label you’re trying to pin on it, but think about it."Frank nodded, picking up on the point without skippin