All Chapters of TIED IN HIS BED: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The estate was no longer just a home. It had become a labyrinth of memory, desire, and revelation. Carson led Justina down a corridor she had never noticed before, a narrow passage tucked behind a bookcase in the grand library. Dust danced in the dim light spilling from the sconces, and the air carried the faint scent of old parchment, smoke, and something darker, something familiar.“This passage,” Carson said softly, fingers tracing the intricate woodwork of the hidden door, “was where my father kept the darkest parts of his empire. Hidden records, accounts, everything he thought would give him control even after death.”Justina’s pulse quickened as she followed him. “And you are not afraid?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly, not from fear, but from the thrill of walking where no one else had dared.Carson glanced back, his eyes soft but intense. “Afraid?” His lips curved in a brief, knowing smile. “I have walked through fire, faced betrayal, and survived every shadow my fath

The estate’s night air was cool against their skin, but inside, the fire between Carson and Justina burned hotter than ever. After hours in the hidden wing, tracing secrets, unlocking passages, and discovering the legacy of shadows left behind, they had emerged into the grand hall, the golden light of chandeliers reflecting off polished marble floors.Justina paused, gazing at the hall, her fingers brushing over Carson’s. “All these years, all these walls, and now we finally walk through them without fear.”Carson’s hand tightened over hers in a protective, possessive gesture. “Fear had its time,” he said, voice low and commanding. “But it ends here. Tonight, everything belongs to us. Every secret, every shadow, every inch of this estate.”Their eyes locked, the intensity between them tangible. Justina felt her heart hammering, not just from desire, but from the weight of everything they had survived together. “And what about us?” she whispered. “After all of this, are we free?”Carso

Morning arrived softly, as if afraid to disturb the fragile peace over the estate. Pale sunlight seeped past the floor-length curtains, casting patterns across the hardwood floor, across the sheets, across Justina’s bare shoulder where she rested, quiet and still, wrapped in Carson’s arms.She had not slept this deeply in years. Not since secrets became walls. Not since fire became scars.And Carson had not slept at all.He held her as though she were the only truth left in the world. One hand rested at the small of her back, steady and warm, while his eyes remained open, watching the window, listening to her breathing, counting every rise and fall of her chest like it anchored him.She stirred faintly. “You are awake,” she whispered without opening her eyes.His lips brushed her forehead. “I did not want to miss the first moment you opened your eyes.”Justina smiled, slow and soft. “You stayed awake just for that?”“I would stay awake for a thousand days just to see that,” he murmure

Ezra’s footsteps were slow. Deliberate.A predator wandering through a battlefield he already believed belonged to him.Smoke curled around his silhouette, turning him into a specter—half man, half ghost—his dark hair swept back with ruthless precision. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, locked onto Justina with a familiarity that twisted her stomach into knots.He stepped over a fallen mercenary as though the man were nothing more than an abandoned coat.He brushed soot from his jacket with unsettling calm.And then he smiled.A smile that didn’t belong in a room filled with blood, shattered screens, and gunfire scars.A smile that said he had already won.Justina’s pulse roared.Carson stood in front of her—broad, solid, furious.A wall of muscle and rage, holding back a storm he was seconds away from unleashing.Ezra lifted both palms.A gentle gesture.A liar’s gesture.“Relax,” he murmured, voice smooth as polished marble. “If I wanted you dead, Carson, you wouldn’t still be breathi

The storm had already broken over the coastline by the time Justina and Carson returned to the safehouse. Thunder rolled low across the sky, an undercurrent that seemed to follow them everywhere. The wind tore at the edges of the trees, rattling the windows, shaking the weakened frame of the house until it felt as if even the walls could sense what was coming.Justina stood in the doorway for a long moment, refusing to remove her coat, refusing to breathe. The world felt locked between one heartbeat and the next. Everything she had learned, everything Ezra had shown her, everything Carson had tried to shield her from pressed against her ribs like a fist.Carson closed the door behind them slowly and quietly, as though the silence itself might shatter.Talk to me, he said.I do not know where to start, she whispered.But she did. She just did not know how to speak the truth without feeling it burn her alive. The fire. Her mother. Her father’s betrayal. The hidden second ledger. And the