All Chapters of Tangled Hearts On Wheels: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

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

Carlo"Why the hell did you do this to him?"I don’t even get a chance to breathe before the yelling starts. I don't need to ask who's on the line. Alexi. Her voice is sharp, pissed, and underneath all that? Wrecked.The call just came through, and the moment I picked up, she was already screaming. I almost hang up. Almost. But then I hear a faint noise behind her, a groan, something muffled. A voice. His voice.Fuck.I blink at the empty screen in front of me, try to gather the shitstorm brewing in my head, but I’m already spiraling. My body tightens at the sound of Blaze in the background. He's not okay. I don’t need anyone to tell me that—I can feel it crawl under my skin."Alexi," I say, low, flat, trying to hold it together. "I told you not to call me.""Yeah? And I told you to stop being a goddamn asshole!" she fires back. "You said you loved him?! What the actual fuck does that even mean, Carlo?"Then his voice comes through again. Faint. Hoarse. “Alexi, stop…”He sounds like s

Blaze"The fuck is this?"I mutter it before I even realize I’m saying it. The TV’s on, volume low, but loud enough that I can hear the words I don’t want to hear. Power couple… Carlo Davenport and his fiancée Rebecca stunned guests last night at the charity gala with the official announcement of their engagement…It’s all over the screen—photos, videos, flashes. Carlo in a black tux, arm locked around her waist, fake fucking smile on his face. Rebecca beaming like she just won a goddamn prize. Their hands held together like it’s all sweet and perfect, and I just sit there watching like some bitter idiot who can’t stop staring at a slow car crash.There’s a weird ringing in my ears. My chest tightens. Not in a way that makes me want to cry—I’m past that shit—but it makes me want to break something. The glass in my hand trembles just a little before I drop it back on the table.It feels real now.Not that it wasn’t before. But this… the news coverage, the smiles, the way everyone’s eat