All Chapters of Tangled Hearts On Wheels: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

Hey everyone,I hope you're all doing well. I wanted to take a moment to share something personal.I just lost someone very close to me—a young family member whose passing has left me completely shaken. It's the kind of pain that's hard to put into words, and honestly, I'm still trying to process it all.Writing and creating have always been a source of joy and escape for me, but right now, my heart just isn't in the right place. I need a little time to grieve, to be with my family, and to find my footing again.Because of this, I won’t be posting or updating any of my stories for a while. I truly appreciate your patience and understanding. Your support means more to me than you know.I plan to return to writing and updates in the first week of June. We are getting close to the end of this story. There are only a few chapters left before everything comes together. The final pieces are in place, and I was already working on wrapping up the last arcs when this loss hit me. So please kno

Blaze He pushes the bedroom door open with his foot, doesn’t even pause before laying me down like I’m something fragile he doesn’t want to crack. But I already am. Cracked all over. Held together by too many quiet nights and unanswered questions. Carlo kneels on the bed between my legs, his eyes tracing me like he’s memorizing a map he’s too afraid to lose again. His fingers brush the hem of my shirt but don’t lift it yet. He just looks. “Take it off,” I whisper. He does. Slowly. My shirt slides up, over my ribs, over my scar—he pauses there, eyes darkening just a little before he pulls the fabric over my head and tosses it aside. His hands follow the same path his eyes did, fingertips ghosting over my chest, down the dip of my stomach. When they reach the scar again, he leans in and presses his lips right to it. I flinch, but not from pain. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs. I scoff. “Don’t lie.” His hand grips my jaw, not rough, just firm enough to make me meet his gaze. “

I was listening to "Ordinary" by Alex Warren when I was writing this chapter. And I cried when I was reading to edit. Lols... poor Blaze.Carlo“You fuck me when you were gonna marry another woman?”His voice is quiet, but it slices through the room like a goddamn blade. I freeze in place. My hair’s still damp from the shower, towel wrapped around my waist, and he’s standing there now, with my phone in his hand—my fucking phone—his fingers trembling and his eyes already glassy.I don’t say anything at first. I don't even move.I should’ve deleted that fucking link, I told them no cameras but my dad will always be a dick. I should’ve known he’d see it eventually, but I didn’t expect it to be today. Not here. Not like this.I swallow down the lump crawling up my throat and shake my head a little like I’m brushing off the weight of what he just said. “What did you expect?” I say, voice flat. “That I’d spend the rest of my life with a man? Licking your asshole?”It sounds cruel—because it