All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Atlas's POV I kept convincing myself I was okay, but every few minutes, my thumb would automatically drift to my phone, checking to see if Frank had finally messaged me saying that he’d arrived. The screen remained stubbornly blank, no new notifications, no typing indicators—nothing at all.A small, uneasy feeling stirred in my chest. He had said he’d be here... I tried to shake off the worry. Maybe he was held up with his uncle again. Or maybe he was on his way. Maybe I was just being overly dramatic.I shoved my phone back in my pocket and forced myself to focus on the party, the neon lights flashing throughout the room, the heavy bass resonating through the floor, the mix of laughter, screams, and drunken giggles. It was chaotic but, oddly enough, kind of captivating.Then, I heard a familiar voice break through the noise."Well, well, well. Look who it is, Atlas freaking Loren!"I turned to see Carlisle, grinning like he’d stumbled upon hidden treasure. He had that signature swag

I found myself staring at Carlisle’s hand, stretched out toward me, feeling completely frozen. I couldn’t even muster the fake smile I knew he probably wanted to see. His fingers were hovering, like some sort of ridiculous peace offering, but all I could think about, what I could feel were the memories he pretended didn’t matter anymore.Like the times they had me cornered by my locker, the way Ainsley dumped a smoothie all over me in sophomore year while Carlisle filmed it, or that time they pushed me into the pool, a moment that still made me wake up in a cold sweat.Rowan’s condescending smirk, Alex’s taunts, Rex’s gossip, Brittany’s cruel remarks, Ainsley’s need to humiliate me every chance she got... they all loomed over me like a pack of wolves eyeing their prey. And now, they were suddenly acting all nice, throwing around fake apologies and empty kindness like it could wipe away years of humiliation.What was this? Just because people were noticing me now? Because Frank loved m

Third Person POV Rowan didn’t look back. His hand closed around the doorknob, the metal cool against his skin. "You’re seriously walking away right now?" she called after him, sharper now, the seductive tone gone. "After I came all the way up here for you?" He paused just long enough to glance over his shoulder. Ainsley stood there, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling too fast, the purple lace suddenly looking cheap under the harsh light of her expression. The door had barely shut again when her hand slammed against it, forcing it closed with a bang that rattled the frame. Rowan spun around, breath caught halfway in his throat. Ainsley stood between him and the exit, eyes blazing. "Where the hell do you think you’re going?" she snapped, all pretense of seduction stripped away. "You just got to this damn party, Rowan. For crying out loud!" She stepped closer, crowding him. "There’s literally nothing out there worth putting this away." Her palms slammed against his che

Third Person POV For a moment, Rowan thought Ainsley might be done. She stood there in her robe, arms crossed tightly over her stomach as if trying to hold herself together, her cheeks flushed with leftover adrenaline. But then something inside her cracked, quietly at first and once it did, the words spilled out of her in a rush she couldn’t seem to contain."You know what?" she began, voice trembling, not with seduction or anger anymore. "If I got just an ounce of the attention you give that little shit... I think I would’ve been satisfied. Just a fraction of it." She let out a soft, bitter laugh, shaking her head as if mocking herself. "But no. You never gave me anything except sex and your complete disinterest in me."Rowan stiffened, but she didn’t give him the chance to speak."I told my friends about it, you know?" Ainsley continued, pacing slowly now, her robe swaying around her legs as she walked. "About how weird I thought it was that you were always targeting Atlas. The guy

Third Person POV The echo of his shout hung in the air, sharp and unsteady, as if the room itself didn’t know how to settle.Ainsley’s lips trembled, but for the first time since starting her outburst, she didn’t say another word.Rowan dragged a hand down his face, exhaling sharply, as if her declaration had scraped something raw inside him. When he finally met her gaze again, his expression was no longer angry—it was just tired. Deeply, painfully tired."How could you possibly love me?" he asked quietly, the edge in his voice sharp but not loud. The softness of the question cut deeper than any shout could. "What do you even know about love, Ainsley?"She blinked rapidly, still reeling from his earlier shout, stammering, "I—I just told you. I—"He stepped closer, raising a hand to stop her, the movement firm and final."Do you think I’m fucking dumb?" he asked, voice low but steady, every word carefully chosen. "Do you think I’m dumb enough to believe that? That you love me?"Ainsle