All Chapters of TIED IN HIS BED: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Carson and Justina emerged from Vault Zero into the deeper underbelly of the estate. The corridors around them still vibrated faintly from the pulse of the chamber behind them. The truth had been unleashed, but freedom was not yet complete. The estate was no longer just a home. It was a labyrinth of power, secrets, and danger.Justina’s hand remained firmly in Carson’s, anchoring him. “What now?” she whispered. “The world above… they won’t know what’s happening down here.”Carson’s jaw tightened. “We have to confront him. He’s still here. He won’t let Vault Zero or the truth go without a fight.”The halls stretched long and narrow, lined with surveillance cameras and hidden passages. Carson’s childhood experience navigating this labyrinth now became an advantage. He moved silently, reading the floor tiles, the patterns of lights, and every disguised trap. Justina followed him, her breath steady even as her heart raced.They turned a corner and the air shifted. A shadow detached itself

The morning sun spilled over the terrace, but Carson and Justina weren’t ready to face the world above just yet. They had survived fire, betrayal, and the labyrinth beneath the estate, yet the weight of emotion still clung to them, palpable, raw.Carson led Justina back into their private suite, the one room in the estate untouched by any shadow of the past. The space was warm, sunlit, and intimate. Justina’s heart pounded, not from fear, but anticipation.“You know,” Carson murmured, voice low, “we’ve walked through hell, survived every trap, every secret… and yet, here we are.”Justina pressed closer, their bodies brushing. “Here we are,” she echoed, a soft smile curving her lips. “And I’m not letting go.”Carson’s hands traced her jaw, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was almost too much, a magnetic pull she could feel in her bones. “Justina… every moment of fear, every shadow… it brought me to you. And now… I want to remember every moment of light wi

The estate aboveground lay bathed in morning light, calm and serene, as if it had forgotten the labyrinth of secrets lurking beneath. Carson and Justina moved cautiously through the grand halls, their footsteps echoing faintly on polished marble. Vault Zero had been neutralized, his father contained, yet the estate itself still hummed with quiet life,its walls a reminder of the years of manipulation and countless eyes that had silently watched them grow.Justina paused near a tall stained-glass window, sunlight scattering across her face, painting her features in shards of gold and crimson. “Even with everything destroyed,” she murmured softly, “this place… it still feels haunted.”Carson came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Haunted, yes,” he said quietly, “but no longer for us. We’re here to reclaim it… and ourselves.”A flicker of movement caught Justina’s attention, a shadow slipping along the far corridor. Her pulse quickened.

The estate had grown quiet after the morning’s exploration, but inside Carson and Justina, a storm of emotion still raged. Every corner of the mansion held memories, pain, manipulation, and shadow but also the triumph of survival and the intimacy they had carved from the ruins.Carson led Justina to a hidden staircase that descended into the estate’s oldest wing, long sealed and untouched. “There’s more beneath this estate,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Secrets my father kept even from me.”Justina’s eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and caution. “More secrets? Haven’t we endured enough?” she teased, though her pulse quickened at the thrill of discovery.Carson’s lips curved in a faint, knowing smile. “Endurance is only the beginning. What comes next… is ours to define.”They descended the staircase, the air growing cooler, heavier, almost electric with anticipation. Dust swirled in the sunlight spilling from above, settling around them like a veil. Every step they took fel

The estate aboveground gleamed under the late afternoon sun, but inside, the air was thick with tension and anticipation. Carson and Justina moved through the corridors with purpose, the memory of Vault Zero and its labyrinthine horrors still lingering in their minds. They had survived, reclaimed control, and yet the past’s whispers still lingered in corners, as if testing their resolve.Justina’s fingers brushed against the cold marble as they passed a long hallway lined with portraits of the Ashes family. “Every face,” she murmured, “every shadow, it is like the estate remembers everything.”Carson’s hand found hers, fingers intertwining with a comforting firmness. “Then let it remember,” he said, voice low and commanding. “We are here, and nothing from the past can touch us anymore. Not the estate, not my father, not the shadows he left behind.”Their footsteps echoed in unison as they approached a massive double door sealed for decades. Carson paused, turning to Justina. “This is