Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal)의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 148

“Lock it down.”Victor didn’t blink when I said it. That was why he was still alive and everyone else who’d failed me wasn’t.“How tight?” he asked, already moving, already issuing silent commands through the mic curled along his jaw.I watched Ocean through the glass wall of the private suite. She was sitting up now, phone in her hand, chin lifted like she was daring the world to test her again. Even pale, even recovering, she radiated defiance.“Tighter than fear,” I said. “Nothing moves without my say.”“Yes, sir.”He turned, barking orders in clipped code. Doors sealed. Elevators frozen. Floors cleared. Cameras rerouted to a private server only I controlled.I felt it then...that low, animal hum under my skin. The thing that woke when Ocean collapsed. The thing that never slept anymore.Mateo stepped up beside me, voice careful. “Sebastian. This is extreme.”I didn’t look at him. “She fain

“They’re waiting for you to blink.”Mateo’s voice cut through the war room like a blade. Screens glowed along the walls—markets, maps, faces of people who once thought they could stand against us. I didn’t look at him. I was watching the live feed from Zurich, where three sovereign fund directors sat straighter than they ever had before.“I don’t blink,” I said.A ripple of quiet agreement moved through the room. Victor stood to my right, arms crossed, eyes cold. Ocean wasn’t here—by design. Today wasn’t about balance or mercy. It was about gravity. About reminding the world which way power fell.The call connected. The Zurich director cleared his throat. “Mr. Velez. We’ve reviewed your proposal.”“It’s not a proposal,” I replied calmly. “It’s a correction.”Silence. Then a nod. “We accept.”One by one, the screens filled with the same posture: compliance disguised as respect. Governments, conglomerates, old-money families who once whispered my name like a threat now said it like a pr

“Father, what were you trying to teach me?” I whispered, the voice echoing faintly through the dim light of the study.The journals lay before me, stacks of brittle leather-bound volumes my fingers hesitated to touch. Each one was a relic of Alejandro Ramirez’s mind—a man who had built empires from ashes, who had survived betrayal with the patience of a predator. And now, they were mine to study. Mine to weaponize.I ran my fingers across the embossed letters on the cover of one journal. “Dynasty. Legacy. Survival.” Words I’d read before, but now they carried a different weight. I wasn’t just reading about strategy anymore—I was living it, every day, every heartbeat, every secret that throbbed beneath my skin.The pregnancy had changed me. Not as a weakness, not as a vulnerability, but as a fulcrum. A core of strength no rival could touch. I traced my palm over the slight swell beneath my blouse. Every life I carried was a calculation, a promise, a weapon.“Pregnancy,” I murmured to m

“They’re circling.”“They always do,” Mateo replied, voice calm but tight. “Markets don’t bleed unless someone makes them.”“Good,” I said. “Let them smell it.”The war room was silent after that—too silent. Screens lined the walls, each one alive with red and green, numbers twitching like nerves. Volkov-Velez holdings across five continents. Shipping lanes blinking yellow. Energy futures spiking and crashing in orchestrated waves. It was beautiful in a brutal way—like watching a storm form because you seeded the clouds yourself.Victor stood near the glass wall, arms crossed, posture carved from discipline. “Stock attacks confirmed in Singapore, Frankfurt, São Paulo,” he said. “Shorts are coordinated. Same shell funds we traced to Carranza’s circle last year.”“Elio doesn’t move unless he thinks he’s got leverage,” I said. “What changed?”Mateo didn’t answer immediately. He watched me the way he always did when I got like this—feral, focused, one step past mercy. “Ocean,” he said fin