All Chapters of The Ties That Binds : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Savannah didn’t let go of Jackson’s hand not even when the room fell quiet again, the monitors finally settling into a steady rhythm that reassured the doctors but did nothing to calm the storm inside her. She sat pressed close to him, her fingers threaded through his, her thumb brushing the back of his knuckles as though she could anchor him to consciousness with touch alone.The medical team eventually stepped out to give her space, but she hardly noticed. All she could see was Jackson the man who had walked through fire for her, the man who had taken blows meant to kill him, the man whose pulse she prayed for now with every beat of her heart.“Jackson…” She leaned closer, her voice a whisper carved from ache. “I need you to stay with me. I can face anything if you’re here anything but not this. Not losing you.”His chest rose slowly. Too slowly. But it rose.She pressed her forehead against the edge of the bed, drawing in the faint scent of antiseptic and smoke clinging to his skin

The sirens outside Sterling Tower wailed like dying metal, a harsh echo bouncing off the ruined glass as emergency crews rushed in and out of the entrance. Smoke curled upward in sick spirals, staining the night sky, but Savannah didn’t see any of it. All she saw everything she saw was Jackson, breathing, alive, and finally standing on his own two feet as the paramedics cleared the final debris from the collapse.He wasn’t steady. He wasn’t unhurt. His shirt was torn and blackened with smoke, dried blood staining one sleeve, and exhaustion dragged across his features like a shadow carved too deeply to hide. But he was alive, and that truth alone kept Savannah upright when her legs wanted to buckle.She stayed close to him, her hand hovering near his back as if she could force strength into him by sheer will. Every time he swayed, even slightly, her breath caught. Every time he exhaled too sharply, she flinched. And every time he looked at her really looked, as though she were the only

Savannah didn’t stop running until her lungs burned, until the cold night air scraped the back of her throat, until the distant alarms of Sterling Tower faded beneath the roar of her heartbeat. Jackson’s weight sagged against her side, his arm slung over her shoulders, his breath ragged, uneven, but alive alive because she had refused to let go, refused to believe that the man cradled against her now could ever be taken from her again. She half-dragged, half-guided him down the dim maintenance corridor behind the emergency lot, each step an act of defiance against the fire, the smoke, the destruction Harrison had left in his wake. Her muscles trembled under his weight, but she wouldn’t ease her grip for a second. Jackson Sterling needed her. And Savannah Montgomery didn’t let go of the people she loved ever.“Savannah… wait…” Jackson rasped, his voice a broken scrape of sound. His legs faltered beneath him, and he buckled, pulling her down with him. They collapsed against the cold con

Savannah stood in the dim quiet of the recovery suite, her palm resting against the cool glass as she watched Jackson through the soft haze of machines and monitors. The city stretched out behind her in shimmering lights St. Louis glowing with the life they had both nearly lost. It felt surreal, almost too calm after weeks of smoke, fire, betrayal, and blood. She wondered how a world could look so peaceful when hers had been torn apart again and again. But then she looked at Jackson awake now, breathing steadily, recovering slowly and knew peace was something earned, not given.“Come here,” Jackson said, voice quiet but firm, pulling her from her thoughts.She turned, her breath catching at the sight of him trying to sit up despite his injuries. He still moved like a man ready to throw himself between her and danger, even while bandaged and bruised. She hurried to him, placing a hand on his chest to hold him down.“You’re not supposed to move,” she whispered.He caught her wrist gentl

The instant Savannah shoved the door open, the echo of her footsteps filled the quiet hall, a sharp reminder that too much had already fallen apart and too much still rested on her shoulders.The night air outside the Sterling compound trembled with a strange, heavy calm. It was the first silence she had heard in days, maybe weeks, and it pressed against her skin like something unfamiliar. She wasn’t used to quiet anymore. She wasn’t sure she trusted it.Jackson followed her out slowly, his steps steady but weighted. He was still recovering, still fighting through the flames of what Harrison had done to them, but Savannah could see it the fire in his eyes was back. Not the desperate kind, not the broken kind, but the kind that said he wasn’t done yet.The kind that said neither of them were.Savannah stopped in the center of the courtyard, the cold wind sweeping her hair across her face. She pushed it back and turned to him.“Jackson,” she said quietly. “This can’t keep repeating. Har