Semua Bab Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal): Bab 91 - Bab 100

Sebastian s POV The city lights streaked past in molten ribbons as I gunned the accelerator, the wail of a distant siren blending with the thundering in my chest. Ocean’s recorded voice still echoed in my ears: Don’t give up on me. As if there was a universe where I ever could. The GPS coordinates pulsed on the stolen phone—an abandoned rail yard on the edge of Manila’s port district. Every instinct screamed trap, but hesitation wasn’t an option. I dialed Damien again on speaker. > Sebastian: “Shadow me, but hang back five blocks. No headlights. If they see you, she’s dead.” Damien: “Copy. Rico’s already rerouting drones. Sebastian… don’t let anger cloud you.” Sebastian: “Anger’s the only thing keeping me upright right now.” The rain started again, spattering the windshield like warning shots. The yard was a skeleton of rusted freight cars and twisted tracks, lit only by flickering floodlamps. My headlights cut through the mist, revealing graffiti-scarred walls and pud

Sebastian’s POVThe elevator doors slid open on the top floor of Veyron Industries, spilling Sebastian into a corridor lined with glass walls and the quiet hum of ambition. The skyline beyond the windows was a jagged heartbeat of neon and smog, but today it felt like a cage. The company’s empire—his empire—looked as pristine as ever, but Sebastian knew the cracks weren’t in the building. They were in him.The boardroom’s polished table was already occupied by a handful of directors whispering in clipped tones. A rival conglomerate had been circling like vultures since the scandal with Isla’s family name leaked. The whispers weren’t just about market shares; they were about loyalty, about whether their once-impenetrable CEO could still hold the line.Sebastian set his leather folder on the table and forced a calm nod. “Let’s get started.”Mara, his chief of operations, cleared her throat. “They’re offering a hostile buy-in on the Eastern branch, Sebastian. If we don’t counter by next

The faint hum of the city outside barely registered as Ocean opened her eyes. The safehouse was quiet—eerily quiet—and the sterile white walls made her feel smaller, more fragile, than she had ever remembered. Her body ached in places she didn’t even know could ache, every muscle screaming from hours of fear and being forcibly restrained. She blinked, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the thin curtains, and realized with a jolt that she was breathing freely, untouched for the first time in what felt like forever. And yet, the relief didn’t come. Not fully. She could still feel the phantom grip of the rival CEO’s men on her arms, the sound of the van’s tires on wet asphalt, the shadow of hands she never wanted touching her again. Her throat tightened, a lump forming as memories replayed in her mind, vivid and cruel. This is supposed to be safe, she thought, but even in this haven, her chest felt like it was caged. A soft knock at the door startled her. “Ocean?” It was Pa

Sebastian's POVThe city always looked different from the forty-second floor. Below, Manila pulsed like a restless beast—horns blaring, neon signs flickering, people rushing through the night as if they could outrun their fears. From up here, I could see everything, but none of it felt real. Not when my mind was still stuck on her. Isla.I should have been focused on the quarterly reports stacked on my mahogany desk, or the whispers of a hostile takeover circling the company like vultures waiting for a corpse to hit the ground. Instead, my mind kept replaying the last look Ocean gave me before she shut her bedroom door in the safehouse. Eyes rimmed red, lips trembling—not from fear of the world, but from me.I ran a hand through my hair, pressing my palms against my temples. “Get it together, Sebastian,” I muttered. I had built empires from ashes, torn enemies apart with precision, and bent entire industries to my will. But one girl—one maddening, infuriating, breathtaking girl—was un

The silence in Sebastian’s office was louder than any gunshot.I watched him from across the desk, his posture unnaturally rigid, his eyes pinned to the package that lay unopened before him. He wasn’t even breathing normally—his jaw clenched, his shoulders drawn tight like a bowstring about to snap.And I knew something was wrong.“Sebastian” I said softly, testing his name on my tongue the way one tests if glass has cracked, “you’ve been staring at that box like it’s a ticking bomb.”He blinked once, slowly, then raised his gaze to me. Usually, his eyes were storms—controlled chaos, sharp and calculating—but now, there was something else behind them. A shadow. A warning.“It’s nothing,” he muttered. But I could tell from the way his hand curled into a fist on the desk that it wasn’t nothing at all.“Don’t lie to me.” My voice was sharper now. “You think I don’t notice when you’re spiraling in your h