All Chapters of Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

(Ocean's POV) The elevator doors slid open with a muted ding, and Ocean stepped into the corridor, her heels clicking faintly against the polished floor. The office building had been Sebastian’s fortress—supposedly untouchable, a palace of glass and steel—and yet, the image of that photograph still burned in her mind. Her face, caught by some unknown lens, framed in a moment of unguarded vulnerability. She had trusted Sebastian. She had walked these halls assuming safety. And yet here she was, shaken, her trust fraying at the edges. It wasn’t paranoia. Not exactly. She had always had instincts—those sharp, sneaky little alarms that flared when something was off. Sebastian had been her anchor, the man who promised protection, but she had started noticing the lines blurring: the obsessive grip, the way he tracked her movements, the way his eyes lingered too long on her. There was love there, maybe, but it came with a warning label: Possessive. Dangerous. Unpredictable. “Why am I even

Sebastian’s POV The alarm wailed through the safehouse like a scream. Red lights pulsed across the walls, bleeding into the darkness. For a moment, all Sebastian could hear was Ocean’s uneven breathing beneath him—the sound that grounded him even as chaos erupted. “Stay down,” he ordered, voice sharp but trembling with adrenaline. Ari moved first, sliding across the glass-littered floor, weapon drawn, checking the window’s perimeter. The storm outside made everything worse—wind howling, rain slashing through the open frame, thunder shaking the floor. “Sniper’s gone,” Ari said. “One shot, maybe two. Testing distance.” He cursed under his breath. “They’re getting bolder.” Sebastian pushed himself up, glass crunching under his palms. “They won’t get another chance.” He turned to Ocean. A thin line of blood marked her cheek where a shard had grazed her. His heart stopped cold. He reached for her face, but she flinched—small, instinctive, but it hit him harder than any bullet

The city bled lights into the night sky — golden and cruel, like the world was mocking him for losing control. Sebastian Velez sat in his office, the corner of his desk littered with untouched files, his phone on speaker mode, and his patience hanging by a thread.“She’s gone,” Paul said, voice crackling through the line. “Left without a trace. Security caught her on the highway, then… nothing. Tokyo flight was chartered under an alias, but we confirmed she was on it.”Sebastian's hand closed into a fist so tight his knuckles turned white.“Who helped her?” His voice was low — the kind that made even silence cautious.Paul hesitated. “She did it alone.”That hurt worse.She didn’t run from him. She ran because of him.He ended the call and leaned back, staring at the ceiling as the storm inside him broke loose. For years, he’d commanded boardrooms, toppled rivals, rewritten markets. Yet the one person he wanted to hold on to — the one he thought he could protect — slipped through his

POV: Sebastian The city outside was loud with digital noise — drone ads slicing through the skyline, holo-screens reflecting the stock crash in real time. But inside the penthouse, silence reigned. That suffocating kind of silence that always came after betrayal.Sebastian stood by the glass wall, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the blue light from the monitors painting him in cold clarity. On the central screen, a file blinked — “ECHELON_ROOT.iso” — recently decrypted.He didn’t open it yet.Not until she was here.“Sir,” one of his securities, Ramon, said carefully. “The metadata traces back to Ocean Ramirez’s late father. The signature hash matches an earlier version of her student project. Something she called—”“The Mirror Algorithm.”Sebastian’s voice was flat. He already knew.It was the same name Ocean had once mentioned in passing — half-proud, half-embarrassed — when she to

(Ocean’s POV)The woman staring back at me in the mirror was a stranger.No—not a stranger.She was someone I’d buried under fear, guilt, and the illusion that love was something soft.Now, she was reborn.My reflection didn’t tremble anymore. My lips didn’t beg. My eyes didn’t plead.They commanded.They burned.After everything—the betrayals, the manipulations, the pain—I realized something terrifying:power wasn’t given to me; it was always mine.Sebastian didn’t create my strength. He only forced me to remember it.I slipped on the fitted black suit that framed my curves like armor. No lace, no fragility. Just silk and steel. My stilettos clicked against the marble floor of the penthouse—his penthouse, the same place that once felt like a cage, now my war room.“Everything’s ready, Ms. Ocean” said Marco, Sebastian’s right-hand man, bowing slightly. “The board meeting will begin in ten minutes.”I gave a calm nod, scrolling through my tablet. “Good. And the leaked contracts?”“Trac