Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Ties That Binds : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Savannah felt the night wind cut across the rooftop as she stepped forward, her heartbeat pounding loud enough to echo inside her skull. The city stretched far below her endless lights, the distant hum of sirens, the glittering reflection of Sterling Tower rising beside them like a steel giant. But none of that mattered. What mattered stood across from her: Harrison. Bruised. Bleeding. Smiling like a man who still believed he could win.Jackson stood slightly behind her, still recovering but refusing to stay out of the fight. His breathing was tight, controlled, but Savannah could feel the weight of his determination. He wasn't letting her face this alone not after everything they had clawed their way through.Harrison’s voice cut through the wind. “Touching,” he drawled. “Really touching. Husband and wife united against the big bad villain at last.” His smile twisted. “Almost poetic.”Savannah didn’t flinch. “You’re not poetic, Harrison. You’re desperate.”He tilted his head. “No, Sa

Savannah pressed her palm against Jackson’s chest, feeling the steady, powerful rhythm beneath her hand as if it anchored her to the ground. The remnants of smoke still clung to their clothes from the explosion they’d barely survived hours earlier. Even now, the emergency lights of the underground bunker flickered overhead, casting long shadows against the cracked concrete walls. Everything around them looked like a broken world but Jackson Sterling stood tall in front of her, refusing to break with it.“I’m not letting Harrison get away a second longer,” Jackson said, his voice low, heavy with the kind of resolve Savannah had seen only on days when the world conspired to destroy him. “Tonight ends it. All of it.”Savannah stepped closer, refusing to let fear cloud her judgment now when everything they had worked for fought for rested on the razor edge of what happened next. “Then we end it together,” she said, her voice steady even though her heart hammered violently. “No more pushin

The night settled over Sterling Tower like a heavy shroud, but inside the war room on the thirty-third floor, the tension was thick enough to choke on. The fires had been put out, Harrison’s men scattered, and the tower secured, but the aftermath weighed on everyone like the echo of a storm that refused to die.Savannah stood near the glass wall, the lights of the city glittering like broken pieces of a world she was still trying to understand. Her reflection stared back at her tired eyes, bruised cheek, ash still trapped in her hair from the explosion. She looked like someone who had survived the end of the world. Maybe she had.Behind her, Jackson paced slowly, the sound of his steps sharp against the polished floor. He was still recovering, his breaths shallow at times, his body weakened, but the fire inside him remained unbroken. Every now and then, Savannah caught him watching her as if checking she was real, alive, still in the room with him. And every time, she felt her chest t

Savannah didn’t realize she was holding her breath until Jackson’s fingers slid between hers, grounding her back into the moment with a quiet urgency she felt all the way through her bones. The war around them every fire, every betrayal, every scheme Harrison had unleashed felt as though it had finally begun to fade into silence, but the aftermath still hovered sharp and heavy in the air. They stood at the top floor of Sterling Tower, alarms finally quieted, smoke settling, the chaos below slowly shrinking into nothing more than distant memory. Yet the tension between them pulsed like a living thing.Jackson turned toward her fully, jaw tight, eyes darker than she’d ever seen. “Savannah… everything is going to change after tonight.” His voice was steady, but beneath it she heard something else fear, not of danger, but of the truth he hadn’t spoken yet.Savannah stepped closer, refusing to let the uncertainty root itself between them. "Everything has already changed," she murmured. "We

Savannah had never known silence could feel so loud. It pressed against her ribs as though the entire world had stopped breathing with her. The hallway outside the Sterling private chamber trembled with the aftermath of the explosions, with the metallic groan of a building forced to withstand everything Harrison had thrown at it. Smoke clung to the air like a shadow refusing to leave, but Savannah walked through it with her chin lifted, her heart beating in slow, heavy strikes that tasted like destiny.Jackson walked beside her.Alive. Standing. Breathing.His injuries had not fully healed she could see the tightness in his jaw whenever a sharp movement sent pain through his ribs but he refused help, refused rest, refused anything that suggested he would step back while this final piece of the war was put into place. He walked as a man who had already died once tonight and clawed his way back because he refused to leave her alone in the fire."Security sweep confirms the west wing is