Semua Bab Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal): Bab 61 - Bab 70

( Sebastian's POV) Hearing those words from her is almost like being hit hard by the kost hurtful daggers or bunch of fists. I swallowed hard, leaning closer until only inches separated us. “No,” I admitted. “This isn’t love. This is madness. It’s hunger. It’s fire I can’t put out. And I’m terrified, Ocean, because even now—seeing you like this—all I want to do is burn with you.” Her lips parted, trembling, her breath shaky. She wanted to hate me. God, I could feel her fighting it. But there was something else flickering in her eyes—something that mirrored my own torment. “Sebastian…” she whispered, broken and bewildered. That sound—my name on her lips—nearly undid me. Before I could answer, Morales stormed back in, phone in hand, smirking. “Negotiations are done. Sebastian, your board is already in panic. By tomorrow, you’ll be nothing but ashes. Unless…” His eyes gleamed with cruelty. “Unless you give me what I want.” I stood, towering over him, my fury barely chained.

(Ocean's POV) I hated that I wanted answers. Hated that my heart still quickened whenever I remembered the kiss in the rain. Hated that part of me needed to believe in him, even when doubt gnawed at my ribs. I cornered one of his men by the elevators. “The man from this morning—who was he?” The guard stiffened. “Miss Ocean, we’re not allowed to—” “Answer me.” My voice cracked with a mixture of desperation and authority I didn’t know I had. He hesitated, then said quietly, “A business rival. Dangerous. That’s all I can tell you.” Dangerous. Rival. Words that explained nothing but inflamed everything. I clenched my fists. I couldn’t keep circling this fog. I needed truth. The Evening came and Sebastian again regurns after a few hours of inspectioning at the company. I caught him outside Paul’s room. “Sebaatian.” He turned, brows arching slightly as though he already knew what storm I carried. “You should be inside resting.” “No.” My voice shook, but I held his gaz

( Ocean's POV) “Then why hide it?” Tears blurred my vision, hot and relentless. “Why couldn’t you trust me with the truth if what you feel is as real as you claim?” He flinched at that. For once, Sebastian wasn’t the untouchable CEO, the man who owned every room he walked into. He was just a man unraveling, caught in his own web of obsession and guilt. “I couldn’t lose you,” he admitted at last, his voice ragged. “And I knew I would if you found out too soon.” My knees buckled under the weight of that confession. My heart, torn and bleeding, refused to believe him even as my body ached to. --- I shook my head, unable to hold back the sob that broke free. “Do you hear yourself? You lied to me because you were afraid to lose me? That’s not love, Sebastian. That’s control. That’s manipulation.” He surged forward this time, no longer holding himself back. His hands gripped my arms, firm but trembling, his face inches from mine. “No,” he said harshly, his eyes burning into me.

Back at the hospital, is Sebastian. At that exact moment—I could almost feel it—the hospital doors slid open again, and Sebastian stepped out into the night. His jaw would be tight, his eyes hunting for me. And then he’d see them. The papers. Scattered on the floor like fragments of my trust. My family’s name, my father’s debts, his signature, his plans—all laid bare in the most public way possible. I could imagine his face when he saw them. The way his hand would shake as he bent to pick one up, realizing I knew. Realizing I had seen everything. Would he panic? Would he curse? Or would he finally—finally—be afraid of losing me? The thought twisted painfully in my chest. Because I didn’t want him afraid of losing me. I wanted him to never have lied in the first place. But maybe that was too much to ask of a man like Sebastian Velez. --- The van jolted to a stop. My head slammed against the window, pain shooting down my temple. My wrists ached from the rope binding the

(Sebastian's POV)My fists clenched, nails biting into my palms. “You son of a bitch,” I growled to the night. --- Back inside, I tore through my phone, dialing one number after another. “Track every black van within a ten-mile radius,” I snapped at my security chief. “Now. I want traffic cams, GPS hits, private feeds—I don’t care if you have to hack satellites. Find her.” “Yes, sir.” “And when you do,” I hissed, “bring me Vale’s and Diaz's head.” My reflection caught in the glass of the hospital doors—a man unhinged, eyes bloodshot, jaw rigid with rage. This was the version of me Ocean feared. The one I swore she’d never have to see. But Adrian and Andrew had forced it out. And now, nothing in this city could stop me. --- But underneath the rage, guilt