All Chapters of The Ties That Binds : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rain streaked down the glass walls of Sterling Tower, turning the St. Louis skyline into a blur of gray. Jackson Sterling stood at the window, jaw tight, one hand shoved into the pocket of his tailored trousers. From this height the city looked manageable, tiny cars, smaller people, but the illusion did nothing to calm the chaos closing in around him.Behind him, the boardroom door hissed open.“Sir, they’re ready for you,” his assistant said quietly.Jackson turned, sliding back into the mask that everyone expected, the calm, calculating CEO whose empire never cracked. He walked into the conference room where his board members waited like wolves scenting weakness. Balance sheets glowed on the wall screen, red numbers slicing through his reputation.“Let’s get this over with,” he said, taking his seat at the head of the table.Beau Langford, his oldest friend and chief financial officer, leaned forward. “Sterling Enterprises is bleeding. If the investors pull out, we’re exposed.”“I’m

“Hello? Who’s this?”Savannah’s voice came out sharper than intended, brittle from too little sleep and too much worry. She pressed the phone between her shoulder and ear, rubbing her temple as if she could knead away the stress clawing at her skull.Silence. Long enough to make her stomach twist.She almost hung up.Then, “Jackson Sterling.”Her breath hitched. That name carried weight. Every news headline, every whispered conversation about billion-dollar takeovers and ruined competitors, he was always at the center. And now his voice, smooth as silk, was right here in her living room.“You shouldn’t have my number,” she snapped. But they both knew people like Jackson didn’t need permission. They took what they wanted.He ignored her accusation. “You’re behind on your mortgage. The bank issued final notice.”Savannah shot upright, heart pounding. “You’ve been prying into my life?”“Prying?” His low chuckle rolled through the line. “No, Ms. Montgomery. I don’t pry. I monitor. Number

“Savannah, are you even listening to me, or do you plan to sit there staring at the marble floor until it cracks beneath you?”Her head snapped up at Jackson’s cool voice. His dark eyes were fixed on her, unreadable, patient but with that simmering edge that made her chest tighten. The silence of the room had grown heavy, broken only by the faint tick of a golden clock somewhere behind him.“I heard you,” she said finally, her voice low. “I just don’t know what kind of man thinks it’s appropriate to propose marriage like it’s a business transaction.”Jackson leaned back in his leather chair, the faintest trace of a smile touching his lips. “A man who sees the world for what it is. Survival. Strategy. Leverage. Call it what you like, Savannah, but don’t pretend you’re not considering it.”Her fingers twisted together in her lap. She wanted to argue, to deny it outright, but the truth sat heavy in her chest. Of course she was considering it. She wouldn’t have driven across the city, int

Savannah’s footsteps echoed against the marble floor as she left Jackson’s office. The folder, heavy with the weight of her decision, rested against her hip. She felt hollow, a strange mixture of relief and foreboding clinging to her like a second skin.Jackson’s voice followed her, calm and cold. “You’re now my wife. We begin tomorrow.”Her chest constricted, each word pressing into her ribs. Wife. The word sounded foreign, almost impossible. She wanted to scream, to refuse, to run, but the weight of necessity anchored her in place.The corridors of the Sterling estate seemed unusually long, unusually quiet. Portraits of ancestors stared down from the walls, eyes judging, imperious, silent witnesses to her reluctant step into this world. She kept walking, trying to shake the unease that had settled deep in her bones.The silence between them wasn’t empty; it was loaded, thick with unspoken rules, expectations, and threats she could not yet name. Jackson followed a step behind, his pr

The grand chandelier overhead cast shimmering reflections across the polished mahogany table. The silence around it was thick, almost suffocating. Savannah could feel the weight of Jackson's family's eyes on her, the sharp, unspoken scrutiny as palpable as the heavy scent of roses that lingered in the air.She sat rigidly, the delicate glass of wine in her hand suddenly feeling too heavy, her fingers gripping it for comfort, trying to steady her racing heart. The dinner had been long, the conversation sparse, and for every polite smile from Jackson’s mother, there was an underlying tension that gnawed at her. She had never been part of such a powerful family, and tonight, it was clear that her place here was as tenuous as the crystal glass that threatened to slip from her fingers.Jackson sat next to her, seemingly aloof, his usual smile absent, his eyes locked on his plate as he cut into his meal with precision. His silence left Savannah feeling more isolated than ever, and the weigh