Semua Bab Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal): Bab 71 - Bab 80

Sebastian's POV The sight of Adrian Vale pressing cold metal to Ocean’s temple nearly ripped my sanity apart. I’d seen death. Caused it. Lived in its shadow. But this—this was different. Because for the first time, my empire, my rules, my control—none of it mattered. All that mattered was her. “Choose, Ocean,” Adrian taunted, his voice dripping with venom. “Truth or life?” Her breath hitched, eyes wide but locked on me, as if I was the only anchor left in her crumbling world. And I… I couldn’t even breathe. Every instinct screamed at me to tear Vale apart with my bare hands. But one wrong move, one twitch, and the bullet would pierce her skull. My voice came out low, lethal, trembling with fury I barely contained. “Vale. Let her go.” He smirked, digging the gun harder against her skin. “Or what? You’ll kill me? Go ahead. You’ve wanted to for years. But if I die, she dies first. Tick-tock, Velez.” My hands flexed at my sides. I wanted to snap his neck. Instead, I forced steel in

Sebastian's POV Every raindrop against the glass of my penthouse windows felt like a reminder—mocking me of the kiss I should’ve never taken, of the truths I should’ve never hidden, and of the girl who now slipped further and further away from me. Ocean. Her name pulsed inside me like a wound that refused to close. She hadn’t said it outright, but I could see it in the way she no longer lingered when I reached for her. The gratitude she once carried in her eyes when I saved Paul had been replaced with something colder—something fragile that threatened to cut me open if I touched it. Distrust. Distance. And maybe she was right to doubt me. Because I had lied. I had manipulated. I had walked into her life with an agenda darker than she could ever imagine. But the truth she didn’t know was that somewhere along the way, I stopped caring about revenge. Somewhere between her whispered prayers at Paul's bedside and the fire in her eyes when she argued with me in the rain—I had be

Sebastian's POVThe corridor outside Dr. Ramos’s office was too white, too clean, too quiet. Sterility pressed against me, suffocating. The fluorescent light hummed above, and I hated it—hated the way hospitals reminded me of loss, of helplessness, of the one thing money couldn’t buy back: time.And Ocean.She walked a few paces ahead of me, her steps hurried, her arms wrapped around herself. She didn’t even glance back. Not once. Every line of her body screamed distance, and that gutted me more than anything Dr. Ramos had said.I lengthened my stride, closing the space, but I didn’t reach for her. Not yet. My hands flexed at my sides. I wanted to touch her, to remind her she belonged to me, but the faint tremor in her shoulders stopped me. She was afraid—of me, of the truth she hadn’t yet voiced but suspected.I wasn’t losing control of the situation. I was losing her.And I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let th

(Sebastian’s POV) The call lasted less than a minute, but it felt like a blade pressed against my throat. “Do you really know who Sebastian is?” the voice had said, low and mocking, as though they knew exactly which string to pull. “Ask him about your father, Ocean. Ask him what he’s been hiding all along.” Then—silence. Now, as I stood in my office with the city skyline flickering beneath a storm-heavy sky, I could feel the tremor in my hand. I never let my control slip. Not with the board, not with my enemies, not even when blood was on my hands. But this—this voice unravelled me in a way I hadn’t anticipated. Because it meant someone else knew. Someone out there was circling, waiting, trying to rip away the only thing I couldn’t afford to lose. Ocean. My chest tightened, almost painfully, as I thought of her. She had been different since after the surgery—softer in some ways, more fragile, but also restless, suspicious. She had started looking at me differently. As though she

“Do you even know who Sebastian really is?” This line repeatedly echoes in my head and someone keeps on sending it to me like an alarm that keeps waking my senses.My pulse hammered. I glanced at Paul—still sleeping soundly—before rereading the message again and again, as if repetition would unlock its meaning.Who would send this? Why now?My first instinct was to delete it, to bury it the way I tried burying every doubt that surfaced whenever Sebastian looked at me too closely. But something in those words clawed at me, refusing to be silenced.Who was Sebastian?I knew the polished surface—the billionaire CEO, the ruthless negotiator, the man whose touch both terrified and consumed me. But underneath? The shadows whispered something else.I typed back before I could stop myself.Who are you?The dots blinked. Disappeared. Blinked again. Then nothing.I shoved the phone away, my hands shaking, but my mind had already latched onto the thought like a predator on prey.If there wer