All Chapters of Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The first thing I noticed was the smell.Iron. Blood. And fear. Not my fear—never mine—but the trembling stench of everyone else who thought they could touch what belonged to me.The assassin was alive, barely. Tied to a chair in the middle of my private war room—a glass-encased space that was both my sanctum and my cage of strategy. Red neon under the floorboards pulsed faintly, reflecting off the metal cuffs around his wrists. He looked like someone who had expected mercy, or maybe luck, and had learned too late that neither would be extended in my domain.I circled him slowly, every step deliberate, calculated. My tie hung loose around my neck, sleeves rolled to elbows, exposing a subtle sheen of sweat from running through multiple simulations in my head. Each scenario involved Isla getting hurt—and none of them ended well. Not for me. Not for anyone who tried to touch her.“You’re going to tell me exactly who sent you,” I said. My voice was low, controlled—but the undertone was a

The security monitor froze mid-glitch, the shadow on the feed stretched like a silhouette carved from darkness itself. For a moment, I thought the room had turned cold—then I realized it was my blood. Every instinct in my body went tense.“Sebastian,” I whispered.He was already moving. His chair scraped against the marble, his eyes narrowing as he replayed the footage frame by frame. “They’re inside,” he said, voice low, almost too calm. “Inside my building.”No. Not his building.Our battleground.The war room’s lights dimmed as Sebastian activated the lockdown sequence. Metal shutters slid over the glass walls, sealing us in with a hiss that felt both protective and terrifying.My heart hammered, but not with fear—more like adrenaline laced with fury. Whoever stepped into our perimeter didn’t just trespass. They declared war.The monitor glitched again, then finally resolved into a clear frame.A figure in a hood. Tall. Precise steps. Moving like someone who knew the layout.Too we

The war-room lights didn’t flicker by accident.They pulsed very rapid, coded, a security alert coming from a system I built myself.A system no one should be able to breach.A system that protected only two things:My empire.And Ocean’s inheritance.My jaw locked so tightly I felt the tension crawl up my neck.“Someone’s inside my offshore servers,” I said, my voice slow, low, deadly. “No...inside yours, Ocean. Your father’s dormant accounts.”Ocean whipped toward me, eyes wide. “What? How...”Lucien stepped closer, expression unreadable. “Then the traitor isn’t just after you. They’re trying to cripple her before she even stands.”Ocean’s confusion dissolved into fury that's beautiful, sharp, righteous fury. “Who the hell has access to my father’s files except us?”“Someone who was waiting,” I muttered, pacing toward the security console. “Someone who knew exactly when you would rediscover your legacy. Someone who anticipated your move.”Ocean inhaled sharply. “Marcus.”“No,” Lucie

The boardroom felt colder than any battlefield.Glass walls. Chrome chairs. Twelve men and women who built empires with their signatures. A long polished table that smelled like old money, arrogance, and the ghosts of deals my father once dominated.I stepped inside with my chin lifted, heart pounding hard enough to bruise bone.They were already watching me.Judging.Calculating.Waiting for me to break.Sebastian wasn’t in the room....this war was mine to fight. He stood outside with Lucien, securing the hall, monitoring Elio’s movements, and preparing for a counterstrike the moment this meeting ended.But for now...for this room...I was alone.Just as my father once was.Only I wasn’t the timid, confused version of myself they expected.I’d bled.I’d been hunted.I’d been betrayed by the last person I called family.And somehow, it had turned me into steel.The chair reserved for the rightful heir was empty at the head of the table. I walked to it without hesitation.A murmur sk

“Touch her again and I will end you.”The words left my mouth before anyone in the room could stop them.Silence slammed down like a loaded gun.Every man seated around the obsidian war table froze...security chiefs, intelligence brokers, old allies who’d survived bloodier wars than this one. They’d heard me threaten people before. Hell, they’d watched me destroy empires without blinking.But this?This wasn’t strategy.This was instinct.And they could feel it.Victor Alvarez...former mercenary, current head of my private security...cleared his throat carefully. “Sebastian… we need to slow this down. We don’t even know if Elio personally...”“He ordered it.”My voice was calm. That scared them more than shouting ever could.I stood at the head of the room, palms braced against the table, shoulders tight beneath my tailored jacket. The digital wall be