[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my":3,"chapter-bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-2":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","[BL] Bound to My Enemy: The Billionaire Who Took My Girl",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1735615,2219,"Chapter 2: Shots and Bad decisions","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>I stared at the picture too long. Then I made the dumbest decision of my night, I went to her page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every photo of us? Gone. Erased. Like I never happened. Like I was a blurry face in a yearbook no one remembers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that, that, was what finally made it hit me. Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t just leave me. She erased me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt the burn behind my eyes before I could stop it. My throat clenched. My chest ached. I turned my face into the pillow to muffle the pathetic sob that escaped and told myself to shut the hell up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You don’t cry over people who compare you to a desert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sat up, eyes burning, and grabbed the box I kept under the bed. Every little thing she left behind, her toothbrush, a forgotten earring, one of her hoodies, the stupid mug that said \"Boss Babe\", I threw them all in. No hesitation. No second thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to act like I never existed? Fine. Two could play that game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another notification. This time from Mason, my coworker, borderline friend, and king of unfortunate timing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mason:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bro... did you see Lila’s post???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at the screen for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah. We broke up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three dots. Then:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mason:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit, man. I’m sorry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn’t in the mood for pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mason:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s Friday. Let’s hit a club. Drinks on me. You need to forget this mess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, I didn’t reply. My thumb hovered over the screen. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to socialize. Not ever really. But then I thought about that picture. About that guy. About how she looked so happy without me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I thought, yeah. I do want to forget. Even if it’s just for a night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah. Pick me up in an hour.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I threw on something black and tight enough to lie about how miserable I was. I looked in the mirror and told myself I didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then I stepped out the door, ready to drink until I couldn’t remember her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I told myself I wouldn’t check her socials. I really did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment Mason parked outside the club and started hyping up the night like we were about to win a Grammy, I caught myself unlocking my phone and hovering over her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a quick peek. Just to see if she deleted more pictures. Maybe she blocked me. Maybe she regretted,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Noah,\" Mason snapped his fingers in my face, \"no sad-boy scrolling. We’re here to drink, degrade ourselves slightly, and pretend heartbreak is a character-building experience.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shoved my phone back into my pocket and gave him a weak nod. \"Right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the club, it was loud. Like, organs-rattling loud. The bass vibrated through my bones and the lights were pulsing like they were trying to give me a seizure. People were already grinding, bodies pressed against each other like they were allergic to personal space. It was hell. Or maybe heaven, if you were into this kind of chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mason practically dragged me by the wrist to the bar counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m getting you something dangerous,\" he shouted over the music, grinning like a madman. \"You need to loosen up. Who knows, maybe you’ll find a new chick who’s into shy boys with tragic eyes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I snorted. \"Thanks for the vote of confidence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t mention it. I’m your emotional support extrovert.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender slid over, and Mason ordered something fruity that smelled like betrayal and burned like regret. I didn’t really like alcohol. It always tasted like bad decisions and left me feeling too warm in the face and too slow in the brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I didn’t say anything. I wanted to be cool. For the night at least. To impress myself or anyone that was watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took a sip. Then a gulp. Then another. It burned but I was getting used to it. It didn’t take long before my shoulders started relaxing and my brain started feeling a little fuzzy around the edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mason tried to drag me onto the dance floor, but I resisted like my life depended on it. No actually because it did. I couldn’t dance to save my grandmother’s life talk less of mine. Manson rolled his eyes and vanished into the crowd with a dramatic wave, leaving me unsupervised at the bar with a full glass and no sense of self-control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I kept drinking. And drinking. And suddenly, I was very chatty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just don’t get it, man,\" I told the bartender, who looked about three seconds away from marrying a cocktail shaker. \"I gave her everything. I was nice. I was loyal. I never even looked at other girls! I made her playlists on our Spotify. Playlists.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s rough man,\" the bartender said, not unkindly, while sliding drinks to someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was gonna propose,\" I added, just in case he wasn’t already pitying me enough. \"I bought a ring. It’s still in my sock drawer. Under the Pikachu socks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a brow. \"Pikachu socks?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re adorable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sure, man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I chuckled and slammed the rest of my drink, wincing as it scorched its way down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I turned to look around the club, just to distract myself from the stupid ache in my chest. The lights blurred a little, everyone was sweaty and beautiful and too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I squinted, scanning the crowd, and that’s when my eyes caught,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Him. And everything slowed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, standing near the VIP lounge like the world belonged to him, was the man from Lila’s post. The man. Her upgrade. Her reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tall. Striking. In a black-on-black suit that probably cost more than my rent, holding a drink like it was just another expensive accessory. Even in the mess of flashing lights and sweat-drenched bodies, he looked... untouchable. Like the kind of man who didn’t get rejected, he did the rejecting. Who didn’t fall in love, he got worshipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was real. Right there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not some filtered Instagram fantasy. Not a pixelated photo. Flesh and blood and somehow even more infuriatingly beautiful up close. My heart thudded painfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was him. The man Lila left me for. And he had the audacity to look even better in real life.\u003C\u002Fp>",1049,"2026-06-06T16:23:43.175Z",1,"novelbin.me","b10c0a2a3f461962e7616247949d2fc971e966b3ef99fe6270f27cf8db3fd641","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-180","bl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-chapter-179",307,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-bound-to-my-enemy-the-billionaire-who-took-my-cover.jpg"]