All Chapters of TIED IN HIS BED: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The city was quiet that morning, but the calm was a lie. The truth was still moving, spreading through whispers, emails, and headlines. The fire of last night had left embers everywhere, and each spark carried its own danger.Justina woke to the sound of her phone vibrating insistently on the nightstand. The screen was a mosaic of missed calls, texts, and encrypted emails from journalists, lawyers, and unknown contacts. She didn’t answer. Instead, she let the phone fall, vibrating across the polished floor, a rhythm that echoed the tension coiled inside her.Carson was already awake. He sat by the window, suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, staring down at the street below. The sun painted the skyline with long, sharp shadows, and he seemed to absorb every one of them.“Any news?” she asked, her voice thick with exhaustion.“Nothing we can act on yet,” he replied. “The ledger leak has shaken every corner of the city. People are panicking, lawyers are circling like vultures, and

The glasshouse was quiet, but the silence felt brittle, like the surface of a frozen lake ready to crack under the slightest weight. Inside, the soft hum of air filtration and the faint scent of jasmine could not mask the tension.Justina moved between the delicate plants, her fingers brushing leaves and petals as if grounding herself. Carson followed, his presence steady behind her, a shield against the storm outside and the one building around them.“They’ve started,” Carson said quietly, his voice low, controlled. “Whispers. Rumors. Anonymous leaks. People are watching, waiting for us to stumble.”Justina turned, eyes narrowing. “And we’ll give them nothing.”He nodded, but his expression was tight. “It’s not just them. Someone inside our circle is feeding information. Someone we trusted.”Her stomach dropped. “Who?”Carson shook his head. “I don’t know yet. But we can’t ignore it. Every move we make from now on, every step, could be the difference between survival and ruin.”The g

The apartment was silent except for the soft hum of the city outside. Neon light spilled through the windows, painting everything in pale blues and golds, like a fragile memory suspended between night and day.Justina sat on the edge of the sofa, knees drawn to her chest, staring at the floor. Her hands trembled slightly as she held the photograph of her mother, edges curling from time and handling. It had been weeks since the trial started, yet each day seemed to chip away at her resolve, and even Carson’s presence couldn’t completely shield her from the weight of it all.Carson entered quietly, removing his jacket and draping it over the chair. He paused when he saw her, the look in his eyes a mixture of pain, concern, and something deeper, an unspoken understanding of the storms she carried inside.“Still awake?” he asked softly, sitting beside her.She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she traced the outline of the photo with her finger. “I keep thinking about her,” she whispere

The city was cloaked in darkness, pierced only by the distant glow of neon lights and the occasional flash of lightning. Smoke still lingered from minor fires that had erupted in pockets of the city during the chaos, a grim reminder of how fragile control had been.Inside the penthouse, Justina stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, arms crossed, her reflection staring back at her. She looked stronger, harder, forged by every betrayal, every secret, and every fire that had threatened to consume her.Carson approached silently, the weight of the night reflected in his dark eyes. “It’s almost over,” he said.“Almost?” she echoed, turning to face him. “I’ve heard that before. Every step we take, there’s another fire waiting.”“Not this time,” he replied firmly, stepping closer. “This is the last one. The final reckoning. The fire that destroys everything that should burn… and leaves what truly matters intact.”Her heart pounded as she studied his expression, fierce and unwavering. She wa

The city lay quiet beneath a soft dawn, the streets washed in pale gold light that seemed to promise new beginnings. From their penthouse terrace, Justina Ashes could see everything, every fire they had endured, every shadow they had faced, and every truth they had unearthed.Carson Wills stood close behind her, the warmth of his body a tether she didn’t realize she had craved until now. “It’s a new day,” he murmured, voice low and steady, “and everything we’ve survived… it’s ours to shape.”She leaned into him, heart hammering, eyes tracing the skyline. “I keep thinking about all the flames… the ashes… how much of ourselves we lost along the way.”“Not lost,” he corrected, tilting her chin gently with his fingers. “Forged. Stronger, sharper, unbreakable.”Justina swallowed, letting the truth of his words sink in. For years, the fire had seemed relentless, devouring everything she loved. But the ashes had revealed something even more powerful: resilience, clarity, and a love that coul