Semua Bab Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal): Bab 41 - Bab 50

Sebastian's POV " Damn it! What's happening to you,asshole!" I told myself in frustration. I had spent years building walls high enough that no one could ever scale them. Cold. Ruthless. Calculated. That was how people described me, and I wore those words like armor. They protected me from weakness, from distraction, from need. And then Ocean happened. She wasn’t supposed to matter. She was supposed to be a pawn in a much bigger game, a bargaining chip I could move across the board to win against the ghosts of her father and the shadows of my enemies. A contract, nothing more. A name tied to mine, a signature written in ink to solidify power. Yet every time she looked at me with those eyes—wounded yet defiant, fragile yet unyielding—I felt the cracks spreading across my armor. Tonight, it was worse. I had told myself I wouldn’t touch her again unless necessary. I had sworn to keep distance, to let this arrangement breathe without suffocating her with the obsession I co

Sebastian's POV The silence of the penthouse was deceptive. To anyone else, it was peaceful—floor-to-ceiling glass spilling moonlight over polished marble, the steady hum of the city alive below. But inside me, there was no peace. Only fire. Ocean slept in the guest room—at least that’s what I told myself when I forced the door shut hours ago. But the truth was more complicated. My rules, my vows, the lines I had carved in stone for myself were crumbling every time I heard her laugh echoing in the halls, every time her delicate hand brushed against mine by accident. She wasn’t supposed to be in my veins like this. The contract had been simple: a union to secure her safety and tether her to me in a way that gave me leverage. Business. Strategy. Control. I had no interest in playing the husband. I had no need for tenderness. That was the lie I repeated to myself over and over. But tonight, watching her curl up on the sofa earlier, fighting sleep while reading to distract hersel

Ocean's POV I closed my eyes for awhile and paused as we entered the hospital..I uttered in my heart a plea of prayer for my brother Paul."This is it,finally " I said in affirmation as we got in. The hospital smelled of antiseptic and cold metal. The fluorescent lights hummed faintly above, their harsh brightness making the sterile white walls feel even more unforgiving. I stood rooted in the hallway outside the surgical wing, my hands trembling inside my sleeves. Every breath I took felt shallow, caught between hope and terror. Today was the day. Paul’s surgery. The culmination of every sleepless night, of every desperate prayer, of every sacrifice. And Sebastian made it happen. My eyes burned as I thought about it—how he had called in the best surgeons, flown in specialists from abroad, and secured the latest equipment without blinking at the astronomical costs. He had gone so far as to place private security around the entire hospital, an intimidating force that made nur

Sebastian's POV The clock on the wall was louder than it should have been. Tick. Tick. Tick. Each second stretched, bending into eternity. The corridor outside the operating theater was sterile, white, suffocating in its brightness. I had faced boardrooms where billions were at stake, signed contracts that ruined dynasties, and stared down men with guns pointed at my head without once feeling the way I did now—helpless. Paul was in there. Ocean’s brother. Her anchor. Her entire heart. I had brought in the best surgeons from across the world—specialists who had flown in under private charter, handpicked and vetted for their skill and discretion. The hospital wing was cleared, guarded by my men. No detail had been left unchecked. I had made sure of it. And yet, despite every calculated move, every ounce of control I wielded, I could do nothing but sit and wait. Beside me, Ocean sat curled in on herself. Her tiny, delicate hands clenched in prayer. Her lips moved silently

Ocean's POV The sterile scent of the hospital still clung to me, even hours after Paul’s surgery. I could hardly breathe without the memory of every sharp beep, every clipped instruction from the doctors pressing against my nerves. I should have felt relief, but the tight knot in my chest told a different story. Relief was fleeting; exhaustion and worry had taken its place. “Ocean.” The sound of his voice made me tense. I didn’t need to look; I already knew who it was. Sebastian. Of course. He had been waiting, probably outside, watching every step of me like I was fragile porcelain he could shatter or claim. I stormed toward the exit, ignoring the raincoat he held uselessly in one hand. I didn’t want him here. I didn’t need him. And yet… the second I stepped into the rain, the icy sheets washing over me, I realized how empty the world felt without him glaring at me, dark eyes sharp as obsidian. “You can’t keep following me,” I snapped,. I was shivering as the cold rain plastered m