All Chapters of Fragile Ties Of Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter Forty one

ZARA Two weeks. It had been two full weeks since that night—prom night—when everything inside me shattered with seven little words from Liam Hunter. Since then, I’d done everything I could to convince myself I was okay. That it would stop hurting eventually. That I didn’t need him. But lies have a way of unraveling, especially the ones you tell yourself. This morning, as I stared at myself in the mirror, still wearing the same hoodie I’d lived in for days, I thought maybe… just maybe I was strong enough to go back. Nick, as usual, was already up. He leaned against the kitchen counter, holding out a coffee for me. “I’ll drive you,” he said, no questions, no pressure—just steady and there, like he’d been for the past two weeks. But I shook my head, offering a soft smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Thanks, but I want to ride my bike. I need the wind.” He studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Text me when you get there.” I rode through the city with my helmet on, the wind

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Chapter Forty Two

LIAM’S I saw her. I saw her. Zara. Helmet in hand. Standing just a few feet away from me in the hallway as I laughed beside Beatrice. I hadn’t expected her to arrive that early. I thought—maybe foolishly—that I’d have time to sneak out of that scene. That she wouldn’t have to see any of it. But the universe had a twisted sense of humor. And so, she walked in just in time to see it all. Beatrice’s hands on my chest. Her lips pressing to mine. The smug look on her face like she’d just won a prize. And Zara—God—Zara stood there like the ground had been pulled from under her. Her eyes met mine, and for a second I swear time froze. Those eyes used to light up every time she saw me. Used to crinkle at the corners when she laughed at one of my stupid jokes. They were warm, trusting, full of wonder. But what I saw in them now… It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t even hatred. It was betrayal. Deep, raw, bone-deep betrayal. She didn’t speak. She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry.

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Chapter Forty Three

LIAM’S POV Court of Tension Basketball used to be my escape. The one place where everything else faded—the noise, the lies, the guilt. But not today. Today, the gym felt like a war zone. My heart pounded in rhythm with the bouncing ball, sweat slicked across my skin, and every time I glanced across the court, he was there. Nick. Zara’s stepbrother. The guy who hated my guts even before prom night. And now—after everything—I couldn’t blame him. He didn’t even bother hiding the venom in his eyes. Every glare he sent my way was sharp enough to cut. And he wasn’t just glaring—he was targeting. Body checks that weren’t part of the drill. “Accidental” elbows to my ribs. Shoulders slamming into me harder than necessary. Coach either didn’t notice or pretended not to. Probably chalked it up to “competitive spirit.” But I knew better. Nick was here for one reason—to make me pay. “Eyes up, Hunter!” Coach’s voice snapped me back to the play just as Nick came charg

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Chapter Forty four

⸻ LEVI The morning chill hugged the air, and the city hadn’t fully woken up yet. My car cruised down the road in silence, music low in the background. Two blocks from school, I spotted a familiar sight. A busted motorcycle parked at the side of the road—and crouched beside it, her figure unmistakable—Zara Carter. I slowed, pulse steady, calculating. She looked furious—tugging at something under the frame, her helmet discarded beside her. I couldn’t hear her, but the way her lips moved told me she was cursing under her breath. Perfect. This was it. My chance to get in. I eased the car to the curb and stepped out slowly, deliberately. Didn’t want to look too eager. “Bike trouble?” I asked, voice casual like this was just a coincidence. A friendly hello. Zara didn’t look up right away. “Obviously,” she muttered finally, still fiddling with the chain. There was tension in her voice. Guarded. Rightfully so. She was still angry. Still raw. I took a few steps closer

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Chapter Forty five

ZARA’S POV Tables Turned The cafeteria buzzed with the same mundane energy it always had—laughter from the jocks’ table, the occasional loud clatter of a tray, and the ever-lingering smell of pizza that somehow made your stomach churn instead of growl. But for me, it felt like everything had shifted. Like I was sitting inside a glass box while the world carried on outside. Kaylee sat beside me, picking at her fries while shooting me side glances every few seconds. I knew she was worried. Honestly, I couldn’t blame her. Even Nick, across from me, had said less than ten words since we sat down. He just sipped his drink and stared daggers across the room at someone I refused to look at. Someone with brown tousled hair and a smile that once made my world feel weightless. Liam Hunter. I pressed the fork into my mashed potatoes like they were responsible for all my pain. “I think you should eat something,” Kaylee said softly, nudging my tray toward me. “Just a few bites?” “I

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Chapter Forty-six

LIAM I saw it happen from across the room. The slap. Sharp. Clean. Brutal. Kaylee’s hand across Beatrice’s face echoed even over the cafeteria noise. Phones were already out, kids whispering, gasping, watching the queen of the school take a public blow—literally and socially. And who delivered it? The quiet one. Zara’s best friend. I should’ve looked away. Should’ve gone back to the conversation Matteo and Levi were trying to drag me into about weekend plans or some basketball strategy I didn’t care about. But my eyes were glued to her. Zara. She was sitting at the table like she couldn’t believe what just happened. Then she laughed. The sound hit me like a sucker punch to the chest. God, I hadn’t heard her laugh like that since… since before I ruined everything. Since before I laughed at her behind closed doors. I looked down at my tray, the food now cold and untouched. Everything in me churned. It had been two weeks. Fourteen miserable days of pretending. Of

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Chapter Forty seven

ZARA I liked this bench. It sat in a quiet corner of campus, half-shadowed by an old elm tree whose branches swayed like they were whispering secrets. My sketchbook lay in my lap, pages fluttering softly with the breeze. I wasn’t drawing. Just staring. Holding the pencil like it meant something, like it could anchor me to anything solid. Two weeks. It had been two whole weeks since prom—since my world had folded in on itself. Yet here I was, back at school, pretending like I was okay. Like seeing him in the hallway didn’t twist something sharp and painful inside me. I had grown good at pretending. My eyes were distant when I heard footsteps. I didn’t look up. If it was Kaylee or Nick, they’d call my name. If it was anyone else, maybe they’d keep walking. But they didn’t. “Hey.” Levi. I recognized his voice instantly. I turned slightly, enough to glance at him over my shoulder. His hands were tucked into his hoodie pocket, and he wore that usual half-smirk that neve

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Chapter Forty eight

LIAM’S POV The Bracelet I Thought She’d Never Take Off The bracelet was small. Just some woven threads and metal. But in Levi’s hand, it felt heavier than anything I’d ever held. “What’s that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at the familiar green and black twist of fabric. Levi stood there, cool as ever, like he hadn’t just walked into my room with a loaded weapon disguised as jewelry. “She asked me to give it to you,” he said simply, holding it out. My chest tightened before he even finished the sentence. “Zara?” He nodded once. I stared at the bracelet, heart pounding, throat dry. I didn’t take it from him. Not yet. I couldn’t. “She took it off?” I asked. The question sounded pathetic even to me. “Just like that?” Levi shrugged. “Not just like that. She looked like it was killing her.” I swallowed hard. The air in my lungs felt thick, like it didn’t want to stay in. “Why were you even with her?” I demanded. “What were you doing there?” That smirk of his flicker

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Chapter Forty Nine

LEVI’S POV Checkmate Is Only the Beginning The weight of the bracelet still lingered in my palm long after I handed it over. That stupid matching set Liam had custom-made with their initials. I hated how it even looked good—woven threads, clean silver clasp. Quietly beautiful, just like Zara. When I told him, “She asked me to give it to you,” I saw something in Liam Hunter’s eyes snap. A fracture he tried to hide behind a shrug, but I could see it all. And I drank it in. He tried to play it cool, tossing it on his bedside table like it didn’t mean anything. But his hand lingered. Just for a second. Just long enough for me to know that it burned. Perfect. I stepped out of the hospital room and into the sterile hallway, my boots thudding against the cold tile. My mind was anything but still. My plan, so carefully laid out, had just taken a leap forward. This was never supposed to be personal. It started as a simple idea: take down the golden boy. He needed to fall—hard.

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Chapter Fifty

ZARA There was something about Levi that didn’t sit right with me. He wasn’t like Liam, whose charm was obvious, whose flirtations came with a grin and a twinkle in his eye. Levi was quieter, his words slower, like he measured each one before letting it go. That should’ve comforted me—especially after everything I’d been through with Liam—but instead, it made me feel like I was constantly walking through a fog I couldn’t quite see through. That afternoon, I sat under our usual tree near the courtyard, sketchbook in my lap, pretending to draw. My pencil made faint strokes on the paper, but my mind wasn’t on the page. It was on Levi. On the way he’d appeared beside me yesterday like he already knew I’d be there. On the way he had taken the bracelet—the one Liam gave me—without asking questions, like he knew exactly what that moment meant. And now, I couldn’t stop wondering: Why was he helping me? Was it guilt? A weird sense of justice? Or… something else? Later, at lunch, I pu

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