All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Third Person’s POVRowan’s expression changed again, but this time the anger that washed over him was quieter, colder and much more sinister. He straightened, his shoulders tensing, and as he stepped closer to Ainsley, the atmosphere shifted. It felt like the temperature dropped, and the space between them shrank, making the shadows in the room sharper.Ainsley instinctively took a half-step back, her breath hitching as he loomed just inches away, towering over her. The dim light outlined the sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones, giving him a striking appearance."Don’t do that," he said, his voice low enough that she had to turn her head to hear him. "Don’t ever use that word against me again."Ainsley swallowed, clutching her robe tightly, the remnants of her earlier tears still glimmering on her lashes."Rowan-""No." His tone cut through the air, quiet yet razor-sharp. "You can’t stand there and pretend this was some grand love story. You can’t manipulate me with that word as if

Rowan pushed further into the party, dodging swaying bodies, spilled drinks, and loud clusters of students. The music thumped so hard that he felt it in his bones, but none of it could distract him from the one thought gnawing at him.Where was he?He had already circled the living room twice, checked the kitchen, and even the jacuzzi area where half the crowd was practically glued to each other. He opened a few doors downstairs, only to find drunk couples or empty rooms smelling of cheap perfume. Nothing, no sign of Atlas’s quiet figure, his brown hair, or that anxious little frown and slight blush he got when he felt out of place.His pulse was racing.Atlas wouldn’t just vanish like that, right? Maybe he just went home early? Maybe he was drunk somewhere...but, she wasn’t the type to get wasted in a corner or let herself be dragged off somewhere without saying a word.That wasn’t his style and Atlas hated alcohol for some unknown reason.He pushed past a tall senior who was spillin

Rowan followed Rex into the empty bathroom, even though every instinct told him they were wasting valuable time. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, the party’s noise faded to a dull thrum, leaving just the soft hint of the vanity lights and the lingering scent of mango air freshener in the tiled room.This place was one of those unnecessarily fancy bathrooms Carlisle’s house boasted, polished marble countertops, a big round mirror framed with soft golden bulbs, and neatly stacked hand towels that looked like they were from a hotel and not the home of a guy who thought pouring beer into goldfish bowls was fun.Rex perched on the counter like she owned the place, swinging her leg while taking a small sip from her red Solo cup. Rowan wasn’t sure if she was trying to impress him with her pose or charm him with her smile, but he wasn’t in the mood for any of that."Alright," he said, crossing his arms. "You mentioned you know where Atlas is. Let’s hear it."Rex tilted her head,

Third Person POV Rex kept talking despite Rowan’s demand, her voice growing tighter as she struggled to hold herself together. "They wanted to make him look like some boy-crazed gay slut pretending to be an innocent goody two shoes," she whispered. "That’s why the video was going to be made. To ruin his new reputation forever. To make everyone think he was secretly asking for it."Rowan stood motionless at first, just staring at Rex, as if the ground had just dropped away beneath him. But then something inside him snapped, a deep, raw feeling, something fierce—and he changed instantly, and it was terrifying.His body stiffened, shoulders rising as though they were constricting around an overwhelming rush of emotion. His jaw clenched so tightly that it twitched, struggling to contain the force within him. He took a slow breath, his chest rising, but it never settled. It trembled inside him, making him feel like a coiled predator trying not to burst.His expression, usually filled with

Atlas's POV Just thinking about it made me choke back a sob.I finally reached the crates, barely and pressed my back against one, trying to shrink down as much as possible and become invisible. My chest rose and fell in shaky breaths as I strained to hear what the guys were saying, holding onto the hope that maybe... just maybe they hadn’t realized I was awake yet.But that hope shattered when Carlisle’s voice pierced through—"...he should be out for at least another hour."I squeezed my eyes shut.A whimper escaped before I could stop it.And the footsteps turned.The murmur of voices drifted toward me long before my eyes could fully adjust. At first, it was distant, like a conversation happening underwater, but as the fog in my head started to clear, the words became sharper, each one more horrifying than the last.I forced myself to stay still on the grimy mattress, even though every instinct screamed at me to get up and run. My limbs felt heavy and weak, almost alien, the after