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Fragile Ties Of Love Chapter Thirty
ZARA I’ve never heard silence this loud. Not the kind where no one is speaking — but the kind that fills the air with unspoken words, stares, and stunned reactions. That’s what it felt like walking into prom with Liam Hunter. He hadn’t even said a word when he opened the car door for me, but I could tell. I saw it in his eyes. The way he looked at me like I wasn’t just a girl in a dress but something he hadn’t expected to be real. Something he wasn’t ready for. I thought I’d feel awkward. Clumsy. Like a girl wearing someone else’s clothes. But standing beside Liam, his hand resting at the small of my back, I didn’t feel out of place. I felt powerful. Like I’d just walked into a room and changed the story. I could feel the way eyes followed me. Whispers started. People I barely knew were doing double takes, nudging their friends. And for the first time ever, the stares didn’t feel cruel. They didn’t feel mocking. They felt… amazed. Like somehow, I’d gone from invi
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The worst part about knowing you’re about to ruin someone’s world is realizing how much you’ve come to love living in it. That thought echoed in my head as I watched Zara laugh with Kaylee from across the dance floor. Her smile was effortless tonight, her guard down for the first time since I met her. She wasn’t scanning the room for threats. She wasn’t watching her back. She was just… happy. Because of me. Because she trusted me. And I was about to destroy that. “I’ll be back,” I said, leaning toward her and pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “I’m going to say hi to a few of the guys.” She nodded, still laughing at something Kaylee said, and squeezed my hand before letting go. That small, unconscious gesture made my chest tighten. I walked off without looking back — because if I looked again, I wouldn’t be able to do this. I found the guys — Matteo, Lucas, Levi and Mason — standing by the back exit near the gym’s side hallway. They looked hyped up, already grinning
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I can still hear the echo of the music behind us. Laughter. The soft clink of glasses. The blur of gowns twirling under fairy lights. But it all feels like a distant dream now — like something from a world I no longer belong to. Because Liam is pulling me away from it. Without a word, he grabs my hand and pulls me away from the noise. I stumble after him, confused. His grip is warm, firm, but he isn’t saying anything, and the further we move from the dance floor, the faster my heart starts to beat — not from excitement, but from a feeling I can’t name. We walk past decorated lockers and through empty corridors until he stops in front of the boys’ changing room. He pushes the door open. The air inside is cooler. Still. And suddenly, I’m breathless. Why here? Before I speak, he gently cups my face. His forehead is touching mine as his eyes flash in the evening light. My heart races and I look away shyly, but he lifts my chin up with his finger. I admire his beauty, dro
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ZARA The cool night air wraps around me like a blanket I didn’t ask for. I sit alone on the concrete steps outside the venue, away from the golden lights and sparkling gowns, away from the music that still floats in the air like everything isn’t falling apart. I hug my arms around myself. I haven’t cried — not yet. My eyes burn, but the tears haven’t fallen. Maybe I’m still in shock. Maybe I’m just too numb to let them fall. How could I have been so stupid? I lean forward, pressing my palms into my knees, staring down at my heels. The same heels I hesitated to wear. The same ones Kaylee picked out for me during our shopping trip. I suddenly feel ridiculous in them. Ridiculous in this dress. Ridiculous for ever thinking I belonged beside someone like Liam. A soft shuffle behind me breaks my thoughts. I don’t have to look up to know who it is. “Kaylee,” I murmur, exhaling slowly. She walks quietly, and then I see her sit down beside me. Neither of us says anything for a se
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I stood just outside the double doors of the gymnasium, leaning against the wall, the music pulsing faintly behind me. Inside, laughter and camera flashes echoed, but all of it felt far away—muted. Like I wasn’t really there anymore. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Zara. She was sitting on the stone steps at the edge of the parking lot, her shoulders curled inward like she was trying to make herself smaller, invisible. Her arms wrapped tightly around her frame, like she was trying to keep herself from falling apart in front of the world. And maybe I was the one who had torn her apart. No—not maybe. I did. I let Beatrice’s voice echo in my head again: “Break her in a way no one ever has. That’s what she deserves.” And I had. I broke her. But standing here now, watching her like this—silent, still, alone—I’d never hated myself more. She didn’t cry. That was the part that gutted me the most. Zara didn’t cry. Not in front of me. Not even when I gave her that line—“Don’
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ZARA I didn’t remember the ride home. I didn’t remember the soft rumble of the car engine, the hum of streetlights passing overhead, or the feel of my heels slipping off my aching feet as I stumbled through the door. All I remembered was the heaviness. The kind that sits in your bones. The kind that wraps around your chest and doesn’t let go. The kind that makes each breath feel like an act of defiance. The moment my bedroom door shut behind me, I broke. Like glass—silent at first, then suddenly too loud. Too sharp. Too shattered. I didn’t even make it to my bed. I collapsed just a few steps in, sinking to the floor, my emerald dress pooling around me like the final cruel reminder of what tonight was supposed to be. Of who I was supposed to be. Beautiful. Loved. Chosen. Instead, I’d been a joke. A carefully executed punchline in someone else’s game. And it hurt. God, it hurt. I curled in on myself as sobs wracked through me. It was like my body had been waiti
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LIAM I couldn’t breathe. Not because of the busted rib or the blood still drying on my lip—but because of the look on her face when I said the words. “Don’t be silly. You’ll never be my type.” I’d watched it all drain from her—the warmth, the joy, the spark that made Zara… Zara. I didn’t just break her heart. I shattered it, piece by piece, right there in that stupid locker room. And I knew—God, I knew—I’d never forget it. Now I was lying here, stiff on the hard hospital mattress, throat dry, fingers twitching like they needed to do something—anything—to undo what I’d done. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the sheets. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor at my side felt like some cruel reminder that I was still alive when part of me wished I wasn’t. Nick had made sure I felt every ounce of what I’d done. His fists did what his words couldn’t. And I hadn’t fought back. Not once. I let him break me. Because I deserved it. It happened earlier that morning, the
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I’m still in the dress. The emerald green velvet that shimmered under the lights at prom now clings to me like a cruel reminder. It’s wrinkled, stained with tears and makeup, the corset tighter than I remember, like it’s trying to suffocate the pain right out of me. My heels are gone—I think I left them on the driveway when I stumbled inside. But the pain? That followed me up the stairs, into my room, and straight into my bed like an uninvited guest. And now I’m lying here, my face pressed into my pillow, mascara streaking across the cotton, sobbing like a child who just learned the world isn’t as kind as they believed. My body shakes with every breath. I try to hold it in, try to convince myself I’ve cried enough. That I should stop. That I should pull myself together. But the tears won’t stop. They just… won’t. “Why did it hurt this much?” I whisper into the empty dark. “Why him?” He knew. He knew how broken I already was. How hard it was for me to trust anyone. And I
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Liam’s POV – Years Later The world thought I had it all. Multi-million-dollar companies. A sprawling empire across three continents. A fleet of cars, an estate tucked away in the hills. And behind it all, a carefully constructed underworld — one that moved products with silent efficiency, feared me without knowing me, and left no room for softness. But none of it mattered. Because every night, when the world fell quiet, I still stared at the old phone I’d refused to replace. Cracked screen. Dusty memory card. Battery barely holding a charge. But it held her voice. Her smile. Our story. And I couldn’t let go. Tonight was no different. I sat in my office — the one hidden beneath the surface of my flagship building, where men like me did things we could never confess. The lights were dim, the city glowing like distant fire through the tall windows. And in my hand, that ancient phone rested, open to the last photo I had taken of her. Zara. In her motorbike jacket, smirking at me f
Fragile Ties Of Love EPILOGUE
LIAM: The auditorium buzzed with excitement — tassels swinging, caps slipping, parents clapping at names called out with pride. This was supposed to be the moment we had all waited for. Freedom. Celebration. Closure. But for me, it was a reminder of everything I’d lost. Rows of students dressed in navy blue lined the stage, our names listed neatly on the back of the programs. My name was there too: Liam Hunter, bold and undeserving. It felt heavy on the page, like it shouldn’t be printed next to theirs. Especially not next to hers. Zara’s name was missing. But her presence wasn’t. An empty chair sat in the front row, decorated with a single white lily and a photo of her smiling in that way that made the sun jealous. The school said it was to honor her memory. That she’d left a mark too deep to be forgotten. They were right. She had. On all of us. But most of all, on me. I sat in the back row with the rest of the graduates, my fingers clenched around my cap as the ceremon
Fragile Ties Of Love Chapter Sixty Three (FINALE)
Liam’s POV The sound of the casket wheels against the gravel felt like thunder in my chest. Everything was too quiet. No birds. No breeze. Just the dull murmur of footsteps behind me and the sound of fabric brushing against itself as people followed slowly. Each person held something: a rose, a prayer, a heavy silence. I held nothing. I didn’t deserve to. The cemetery was tucked away behind the church, surrounded by trees that stood like mourners themselves, tall and still. The grave was already dug, six feet deep and waiting. Too final. Too cruel. I stood at the edge, a few feet behind Nick and Kaylee. Neither of them looked at me. I didn’t expect them to. Zara’s mother stood at the front, face pale and tear-stained. Her father held her trembling hand, but he looked like a shell—like he hadn’t slept in days. No parent should have to bury their child. And I… I should’ve been buried in her place. The casket was carried gently—like it could still feel pain. Like she coul
Fragile Ties Of Love Chapter Sixty-two
I never imagined the last time I’d see Zara would be in a coffin. The rain hadn’t started, but the clouds were heavy. Like the sky itself was mourning. The church was full, but it still felt hollow. People came dressed in black, some with umbrellas, others with red-rimmed eyes. I sat at the far back, where the shadows reached and no one would dare acknowledge me. It felt like everyone could hear my guilt. See it crawling under my skin. I didn’t deserve to be here—but I couldn’t stay away either. The room echoed with the quiet sound of sniffling. The kind of broken silence only funerals knew how to create. Every second in that room felt like a scream inside my head. Every soft hymn, every whispered condolence—none of it touched me. All I could hear was her laugh. All I could see was the way her face fell when I told her she’d never be my type. I’d memorized that moment frame by frame, and now I’d never get the chance to apologize for it. I was the reason she was gone. When
Fragile Ties Of Love Chapter Sixty one
Nick’s POV I’ve always hated suits. But today, I wore one for Zara. The black jacket felt too tight. The collar choked me. My fists remained clenched in my lap as the priest droned on about peace and heaven and how “God takes the good ones early.” I wanted to stand up and scream at him that none of this made sense. Zara wasn’t supposed to be in a casket. She was supposed to be riding her motorbike down some open road, wind in her face, music in her ears. Not… here. Not gone. I looked straight ahead, but I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t feel anything except the deep, hot ache in my chest that hadn’t dulled since the morning I found out she’d died. The moment they showed me her bike on the news, I knew. I knew before the confirmation call. I knew before the police visited our house. My knees gave out. My heart collapsed in on itself. Kaylee had been the only thing stopping me from breaking something that day. I sat next to her now, her hand over mine, stead
Fragile Ties Of Love Chapter Sixty
Kaylee’s POV The sky was a dull gray, as if it, too, mourned the girl who once chased sunsets on her motorbike and laughed like the world hadn’t betrayed her. Zara’s funeral was held in the small chapel near the cemetery—intimate, quiet, and heavy with unshed tears. Rows of students from school filled the pews. Some came out of guilt, some out of shock, and a few, like me, came because their hearts would never be the same again. I sat beside Nick, our hands tangled tightly, grounding each other in the kind of pain words couldn’t reach. Nick hadn’t said much since the accident. Just stayed quiet. Angry. Protective. Devastated. Zara’s picture sat at the front of the chapel—one of her rare smiling photos. Hair down. Eyes gleaming. She looked happy in it. Carefree. Like she had no idea how cruel the world could be. I hated that picture. Because it felt like a lie now. The priest spoke, but I barely heard the words. Something about finding peace, about eternal rest, about how
Fragile Ties Of Love Fifty Nine:
The night air was bitter, but not as cold as the hollow space in my chest. The roads blurred beneath my tires, my grip on the wheel white-knuckled, jaw clenched so tight I thought it would crack. I didn’t remember getting in the car. I didn’t remember turning onto her street. All I knew was rage—and grief. They burned in my veins like poison. When I reached Beatrice’s house, I slammed the car door and marched to her porch, not even bothering to knock. I pounded my fist against the wood hard enough to rattle it. It didn’t take long before the door opened. Beatrice stood there, barefoot, wearing a silky robe and a smug little smirk that dropped the second she saw me. “Liam?” Her brows knit. “What the hell—” “Are you happy now?” I growled, stepping into her space. She stumbled back instinctively. “What?” “Are you happy now?” I repeated, my voice cracking this time. “Is this what you wanted? Because you won, Beatrice. She’s dead.” Her mouth parted. “What are you ta
Fragile Ties Of Love Chapter Fifty Eight
LIAM: I didn’t wait. Didn’t care that Nick had just knocked the air out of my lungs. Didn’t care that my lip was busted or that I could barely see straight. All I knew was there was a chance she was alive. That somehow, after everything, Zara might still be breathing. I followed them. I kept a few cars behind on the freeway, watching Nick’s taillights like a lifeline. My hands trembled around the wheel, blood still smeared across my knuckles and jaw. I kept hearing her voice, the last time she looked at me—those wide, broken eyes. The way she yanked her hand away when I tried to speak. I deserved her hate. I deserved worse. But I still had to see her. When we pulled into the hospital parking lot, Nick and Kaylee stepped out first. Kaylee looked around warily. I kept my distance, waiting until they entered through the emergency entrance before climbing out of my car. The cold air hit my face like a slap, waking every nerve. My legs felt heavy, but I moved forward a
Fragile Ties Of Love Chapter Fifty seven
LIAM The morning sun broke through the curtains, but it brought no warmth. I must’ve passed out sometime around dawn after dragging myself back home, my jacket still covered in the smell of grass and midnight regret. The dream I woke from was foggy — I saw her, barefoot in the field, laughing as the stars fell behind her. For a moment, I smiled. Then I heard my phone vibrate. Once. Twice. Then it wouldn’t stop. Groaning, I reached for it, squinting at the screen. Ten missed calls. A dozen messages. Notifications flooded in, from group chats and even people I barely talked to at school. “Please tell me this isn’t true…” “Omg… was it her bike??” “Are you okay, Liam??” And then one from Nick. Just one. You better pray it wasn’t her.My heart dropped. I sat up, adrenaline flooding my veins. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no…” I searched for the local news link someone had sent in one of the messages. My fingers trembled so badly I could barely click the article
