All Chapters of Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

(Sebastian’s POV) The air inside the boardroom could slice through skin. Thirty floors above Makati, the skyline shimmered—blue glass, chrome reflections, the hum of a city that moved faster than loyalty ever could. And there she was. Ocean Ramirez-Velez—once the girl I thought I could cage—now stood at the head of my empire like she’d been born to rule it. She didn’t need introductions. She didn’t even need me to speak for her. She was the storm that used to haunt my power. Now she commanded it. The board members sat in rows, their expressions a mix of awe, threat, and discomfort. These were men who had built fortunes from fear. And yet, right now, fear looked a lot like fascination. “Let’s begin,” Ocean said, her voice clear, calm, edged with fire. She tapped her screen; the holographic chart behind her lit up—red for losses, blue for secured holdings, gold for reclaimed sectors. “This—” she said, pointing to a jagged red spike “—is what happens when emotion runs a company

The elevator doors slid open with a sound that reminded Ocean of a heartbeat—mechanical, steady, alive.The corridor was sterile and silent, but the energy… it was electric. The air reeked of secrecy and ambition—Sebastian’s signature atmosphere. Every flicker of the recessed lights hummed like a warning.She’d seen boardrooms, glass towers, and the quiet war of billionaires. But this—this was his underworld. The place where he built power not with contracts, but with control.“Welcome to the Vault,” said Elise, Sebastian’s top operative, her heels echoing like gavel strikes. “Only five people in the world know this place exists. You’re now the sixth.”“Fifth,” Ocean corrected with a faint smirk. “Sebaatian says Marcus doesn’t count anymore.”Elise’s lips twitched. “Smart. He’ll like that answer.”“I’m not here for him to like me,” Ocean replied, brushing past. “I’m here to understand the kind of empire I’m defending.”The woman hesitated for a second—then followed.The Vault was unli

The skyline of the city blurred through the glass walls of his corner office, lights flickering like the pulse of some living thing beneath him. Sebastian’s gaze, sharp as the blade he was known for in boardrooms, was fixed on the data streams projected across multiple screens. Every movement Marcus made, every subtle ripple in the corporate underworld, he tracked like a predator mapping the habits of its prey.Yet tonight, something felt different. There was a warmth in the office, subtle but undeniable, and it wasn’t from the lights or the late-night coffee. Ocean stood beside him, shoulders squared, hair tucked behind her ear in that way that made him lose count of his own heartbeat. She had spent weeks studying the patterns of Marcus’s moves, analyzing threats, and offering strategies that rivaled anything his most trusted advisors had ever proposed. And she did it without hesitation, without fear, without bending to him—even as he felt his protective instincts rise to suffocating

The office smelled faintly of disinfectant and electricity, a sterile hum that did nothing to quiet the chaos in Ocean’s mind. Sebastian had left moments ago, promising he’d be back with answers—or at least with a plan—but she couldn’t wait. Sitting alone at the sleek glass table of the emergency war room, she ran her hands over the scattered files and encrypted tablets Sebastian had brought in. Every detail mattered. Every single byte of information could be the difference between Marcus outmaneuvering them or walking into a trap. She exhaled sharply, closing her eyes, letting her head dip toward her knees. The pulse in her temples was deafening. For a moment, she let herself sink into the overwhelming weight of it all: the danger, the betrayal from someone inside Sebastian’s company, and the relentless intensity of his presence that lingered even after he’d stepped out. A soft ping startled her. She grabbed her tablet and opened the message: a map. Not just any map—an internal flo

The Velez's office was a war room. Screens lined the walls, each displaying a segment of Marcus’s operations, financial trails, employee movements, and a live feed of Ocean reviewing corporate intel in the penthouse. Every flicker, every subtle shift in her expression made his pulse quicken. Obsession, need, and a twisted admiration intertwined with the calculated ruthlessness he required as CEO.He ran a hand over his face, jaw tight. His heart hammered—not from fear of Marcus, though he respected the danger—but from watching her, brilliant and fearless, analyzing his plans, anticipating his moves as if she were reading him better than he read himself.“Damn it,” he muttered, voice low, teeth grinding. The board’s betrayal earlier had been minor compared to the storm Marcus was brewing. But now, it wasn’t just corporate strategy at stake—it was Ocean’s safety. Every move, every counterattack, had to be precise. Any misstep could endanger the one woman who had turned his obsession int