Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal): Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

“You’re telling me they’re still alive?” Victor doesn’t blink.“Yes.” One word. Flat. Certain.Unacceptable.I lean back in my chair slowly, fingers steepled under my chin, eyes locked on the data flickering across the screen in front of us. Financial trails. Ghost accounts. Shell companies that should have died years ago.But they didn’t. They evolved.Like parasites that learned how to survive after the host tried to kill them.“How long?” I ask.Mateo exhales, running a hand through his hair.“Hard to say,” he admits. “They went dark after we dismantled the main network. No noise. No movement. We assumed the remaining cells either scattered or died off.”“Assumptions get people killed,” I murmur.Silence.Not offended.Because they know I’m right.I stand, slow and deliberate, the weight of something heavier than anger settling into my chest.This isn’t just loose ends. This is rot. Deep. Hidden.Waiting.“And now?” I ask.Victor steps closer, tapping the screen.“They’re feeding ag

“Say that again.”Mateo doesn’t move. Doesn’t soften it. Doesn’t try to cushion the blow like most people would when they realize they’re about to hand me something explosive.“She’s a target now,” he repeats, voice steady. “Not just Ocean. The child.”Something in my chest locks.Not fear.Not panic.Something colder.Something lethal.The room goes silent in that way it always does right before something breaks. My office overlooks the entire city, glass walls, controlled light, everything built to project dominance. But right now, it feels too small.Too contained for what’s rising inside me.“Who confirmed it?” I ask, my voice low enough that it almost sounds calm.Victor answers from the side, already stepping forward like he knows this isn’t a conversation. This is escalation.“Intercepted communication from one of the dormant cells,” he says. “Encrypted. Routed through three dead channels. But the intent was clear.”I don’t

“You owe me.”The man across the table doesn’t even try to hide his irritation.“Funny,” he mutters, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “I remember it the other way around.”I don’t smile.This isn’t a conversation.It’s a reckoning.“You remember wrong,” I say calmly.The private lounge is dim, isolated, soundproofed. The kind of place where deals are made quietly and debts are collected without witnesses. He chose it thinking it would give him control.He forgets something.I don’t walk into rooms I don’t already own.Mateo stands a few feet behind me, silent but present. Victor is somewhere unseen. Always unseen. That alone should have told him how this would go.“You’re pushing this too far, Sebastian,” he says, leaning back like he still believes he has leverage. “The old agreements don’t apply anymore.”“They do when I say they do.”His jaw tightens.“That’s not how this works.”I tilt my head slightly.“It i

“You let her do what?”Mateo does not even try to soften it.“She walked into the boardroom and dismantled them,” he says. “Clean. No noise. No force. Just strategy.”I stare at him.Not because I did not expect it.Because I did.And that is exactly the problem.“You were supposed to keep an eye on her,” I say quietly.“I did,” he replies. “And if I tried to stop her, she would have gone anyway. You know that.”I do.God, I do.Ocean does not bend.She does not wait.She decides.And the moment she decides, the rest of the world just tries to keep up.Victor steps into the room, handing me a tablet without a word.I take it.Already knowing what I am about to see.Footage.Security feeds.The boardroom.Her.Sitting at the head of the table like she has always belonged there.Like she was never anything less than power.I should feel relief.Pride.Satisfaction.Instead, some

“You are not going.”The words leave my mouth before I can temper them.Ocean does not even slow her pace.She is already halfway to the door, already in motion, already three steps ahead of the room.“Watch me,” she throws over her shoulder, calm and lethal at the same time.My jaw tightens.Not anger.Something worse.The realization that if I do not move now, she will walk straight into something I cannot control.I close the distance in three strides and catch her wrist.Not rough.Never rough.But firm enough to stop her.“Look at me,” I say.She does.And that is the problem.She does not look afraid.She does not look hesitant.She looks certain.Certain in a way that makes everything in me react.“You already agreed to the conditions,” I remind her.“And I am following them,” she replies smoothly.“No visible backup. Immediate withdrawal if anything feels off. Full communication.”Her