Lahat ng Kabanata ng TIME TO FALL IN LOVE: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

[The Ghost in the Lion’s Den]The grand ballroom of the Lu Headquarters was a cathedral of glass, light, and hollow laughter. Thousands of crystal shards hung from the ceiling, vibrating with the bass of a string quartet that played with the mechanical precision of an execution. Beneath them, the elite of the city swirled in silks and tuxedos, celebrating the return of their prodigal king.Panni felt Jian’s hand on the small of her back—a possessive, iron grip hidden beneath the velvet of his suit. Every touch from him was a reminder of the cellar in Romania, of the cold mountain air, and the scar on his palm that Jinyan did not possess."You're drifting again, Panni," Jian whispered, leaning close so his breath brushed her ear. To the cameras, it looked like a moment of billionaire intimacy. To Panni,

[The Judas Kiss]The rain in the city didn't fall; it bled. A relentless, charcoal drizzle soaked into the pavement, reflecting the neon glare of the Lu-Sheng billboards that now stood as monuments to a lie. In a cramped, dimly lit apartment above a shuttered bakery, Panni watched the condensation drip down the windowpane. Every siren that wailed in the distance felt like a claw at her throat."He’s moved the hearing to tomorrow morning," Jinyan said, his voice coming from the shadows of the kitchenette. He was hunched over a laptop he’d salvaged from a black-market dealer, his face illuminated by the cold, blue light of the screen. "Jian isn't just trying to ruin you, Panni. He’s using the 'Charitable Fraud' charges to trigger a clause in the Lu-Sheng bylaws. If the Foundation is found guilty of criminal activity, all its assets—every acre of land we returne

[The Shattered Glass of Kinship]The courtroom, once a theater of legal battle, had become a tomb of silence. The flickering image on the monitors—the birth certificate that linked Panni Panni to the Lu bloodline—felt like a physical weight, pressing the breath out of every soul in the room. The air was thick with the scent of ozone from the screens and the metallic tang of the blood Jinyan and Jian had spilled on the polished marble floor.Jian’s laughter was the only sound. It was a jagged, ugly thing, tearing through the stillness. He sat on the floor, his bespoke tuxedo torn, a smear of crimson across his cheek, looking up at Panni with eyes that glittered with a newfound, horrific triumph."Do you see it now, Panni?" Jian hissed, his voice echoing in the hallowed hall. "The Architect didn’t just want to destr

…continuationInside were several glass vials of blood, meticulously labeled. There were old documents, yellowed with age. And there was a small, sealed envelope with the Architect's seal.Vara opened the envelope and read the contents in silence. Her face, which had been a mask of stone, suddenly flickered. Her eyes widened, and she looked at Jian with a sudden, sharp clarity."What is it, Aunt Vara?" Jian asked, his smile faltering.Vara didn't answer. She looked at Jinyan, then at Panni. Then, she looked back at Jian."The Architect was a many-layered man," Vara said, her voice trembling slightly. "He didn't just have secrets. He had contingencies. Jian, you said you were the 'true heir' because you weren't part

…continuationHe looked at Jinyan, his expression one of polite condescension. "And you must be the husband. The one who walked away. It’s a noble thing, to give up a throne for a garden. I’ve always wondered... does the gardener ever miss the power of the rain?"The high-stakes dialogue was a razor's edge. Jinyan’s grip on his knife tightened. He didn't recognize the man, but he recognized the threat. It wasn't the face of his brother; it was the spirit of his family, returned in a new, more seductive form."We have everything we need, Mr. Vane," Jinyan said, his voice like grinding stone. "You can leave the way you came.""I’ll stay at the inn in the village for a few days," Julian said, unfazed.