Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

“You feel it too, don’t you?”I don’t look at him right away.Sebastian’s voice is quiet, but it carries weight. The kind that settles into your bones before your mind can catch up.I stand by the glass wall, the city stretched beneath me like something waiting to be claimed or destroyed. Lights flicker across the skyline, alive, unaware of what is about to unfold.“I don’t just feel it,” I say softly. “I see it.”A pause.Behind me, his footsteps are slow. Measured. Always controlled, even now.“Show me,” he says.I turn.He is already watching me like I am the answer to a question he has not fully asked yet.Maybe I am.“Everything is moving too fast,” I say, walking back toward the table where the data is spread out. Screens glow with information, shifting patterns, connections that were invisible until now.“They are not hiding anymore.”Sebastian leans against the edge, arms crossed, gaze sharp.“They do not need to,” he says. “Not if they believe they already have the advantage.

“You’re really going to stand there and tell me the safest place for a pregnant woman is in the middle of a tactical perimeter while Elio Carranza plays target practice with our windows?”I didn't turn away from the monitors. I could feel Sebastian’s heat behind me, a physical wall of possessive energy that usually made my knees weak, but right now, it was just noise. My fingers danced across the secondary keypad, locking down the nursery wing with a series of reinforced titanium shutters that hissed into place. The mansion felt like it was breathing, the heavy machinery of our security systems grinding as I overrode Sebastian’s manual protocols.“Safety is a relative concept, Sebastian, and right now, my version of safe involves me being the one holding the remote to the detonators,” I said, finally spinning the leather chair around to face him.He looked like a god of war who had been dragged through a dumpster. There was a smear of soot across his high cheekbone and his knuckles we

“You’re really going to stand there with a syringe in your hand and act like you’re doing us a favor while my husband is convulsing on a dirty warehouse floor, Julianna?”I didn't move my feet. I couldn't. The weight of the pistol in my waistband felt like a lead brick, but the weight of the tablet in my hands felt like a detonator. I stared at Dr. Riva... or Julianna Vane... and felt the world tilt on its axis. The woman who had performed every ultrasound, who had listened to my baby’s heartbeat with a soft smile, was currently standing over the carnage of my family with the eyes of a shark. She didn't look like a doctor anymore. She looked like a ghost that had finally found its flesh.“Favor is a strong word, Ocean, let’s call it an overdue audit of the Velez soul,” Julianna said, her voice devoid of the clinical warmth I had grown to trust. She stepped over Marcus Hale’s cooling body without a glance, her heels clicking against the concrete. “Sebastian killed my brother for a seat

“You’re really going to sit there and tell me that after everything we just saw on that pier, after a dead man literally rose from the grave to hand us a war map, you still think you’re going into that refinery alone?” I didn't turn around to look at Sebastian. I didn't have to. I could hear the jagged edge of his voice, the way it caught on the raw nerves of a decade’s worth of betrayal. He was pacing the length of the black sedan’s interior... a caged lion with a predator’s grace and a husband’s terror. My fingers were steady as I checked the chamber of the compact pistol Alejandro had handed me. The metal was cold, biting into my skin, a grounding reminder that the heiress who once cried in boardrooms was dead and buried. “It isn't a suicide mission, Sebastian, it’s a surgical strike,” I said, finally meeting his gaze in the dim light of the moving car. “Mateo doesn't want to kill me. He wants to claim me. He wants the biological key he thinks I’m carrying, and he wants the sati

"Victor, if you don't take your hand off that trigger right now, I will ensure that the last thing you see is the collapse of everything you’ve spent your life guarding.” I stood on the deck of the interceptor boat, my feet planted wide to absorb the vibration of the idling engines. The salt air whipped my hair across my face, stinging my eyes, but I didn't blink. Across the narrow gap of churning water, Victor Alvarez stood on the secondary vessel, his silhouette as rigid as the barrel of the thermal detonator he held. Behind me, I could feel my mother’s shallow, terrified breathing and the heavy, silent presence of my father, Alejandro. But my focus was entirely on the man who had been Sebastian’s shadow for years. The betrayal didn't sting... it burned. It was a cold, efficient heat that clarified every tactical thought in my head. “The world is shifting, Ocean,” Victor replied, his voice devoid of its usual rhythmic professionalism. It sounded hollow, like metal scraping on sto