บททั้งหมดของ TIME TO FALL IN LOVE: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Ang dagundong ng mga alon sa ibaba ng bangin ay tila isang nagagalit na halimaw na naghihintay ng biktima. Sa itaas, ang langit ay hinahati ng kidlat, pansamantalang nagbibigay-liwanag sa mga mukha nina Panni at Jinyan na basa ng ulan at luha. Ang init ng kamay ni Jinyan sa palad ni Panni ang tanging nagpapanatili sa kanya sa katinuan. Sa likuran nila, ang tunog ng mga yabag at ang kalansing ng mga baril ay papalapit na.Sa ibaba, sa deck ng yate na pinalilibutan ng mga naglalakihang alon, nakatayo si Madam Lu. Ang kanyang pigura ay maliit mula sa itaas, ngunit ang kanyang awtoridad ay nananatiling ramdam sa bawat kataga na lumalabas sa speaker na nakakabit sa pasimano ng bangin."Huwag na kayong mag-isip, Jinyan! Panni!" sigaw ni Madam Lu, ang boses ay nakikipagpaligsahan sa huni ng hangin. "Ang mga tauhan ng ama niyo ay hindi titigil hangga't hindi kayo nagig

The rooftop air turned ice-cold in an instant. The sparkle of the ring on Panni’s finger, which only moments ago had been a symbol of her joy, now felt like a heavy shackle. Her gaze remained frozen on the phone screen—on the photograph of her and Jinyan taken from an unknown vantage point."Jinyan," Panni’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with dread. "Look at this."Jinyan took the phone. As he read the message regarding the ‘fifth chair,’ his jaw tightened. The silence between them was broken only by the frantic thudding of their hearts."This is impossible," Jinyan said, his tone returning to a sharp, lethal edge—the voice of a man ready for war. "All of Father’s men are in custody. Chen is in the hospital, under heavy guard. Annie is behi

[The Architect’s Final Move]The air in the private hospital suite didn't smell of sickness; it smelled of old money, expensive cigars, and a chilling, sterile stillness. Jinyan’s grandfather, Old Man Lu, sat in a high-backed leather chair by the window. He was a skeleton of a man, draped in a silk robe, but his eyes—sharp, obsidian, and devoid of warmth—held the weight of an empire.Across from him stood Jinyan and Panni. They had come not as heirs, but as survivors."I expected you three hours ago," Old Man Lu said, his voice a dry rasp that sounded like dead leaves skittering on a pavement. He didn't look at them; he watched the city lights below, a kingdom he had built on the bones of others."The police were busy processing Jian," Jinyan said, his voice level, though his hand was clenched tightly at his side. "And Annie is finally telling the truth to the prosecutors. The house of cards you built is falling, Grandfather."Old Man Lu finally turned his head. A thin, mockery of a s

Epilogue: The Ashes of Lu-ShengThe collapse of the Lu Corporation was not the quiet, dignified dissolution the financial world had expected. Instead, it was a spectacular, high-definition implosion that dominated global headlines for months. The "Architect," Old Man Lu, had built his empire on a foundation of silence and buried secrets, but in the end, it was the weight of those very secrets that crushed him. Exactly thirty days after his arrest, the man who had pulled the strings of an entire nation was found dead in his sterile prison cell.The official medical report cited a massive coronary event, but those who understood the chilling pragmatism of the Lu bloodline knew better. Old Man Lu had not succumbed to a weak heart; he had simply made a final executive decision. He chose to exit the world on his own terms, taking his untold mysteries to the grave rather than

[The Scent of Sandalwood and Sin]The Romanian sun was a pale, cinematic gold as it dipped behind the jagged peaks of the Carpathian Mountains, casting long, gothic shadows across the dark timber and grey stone of the villa. For six months, this remote estate in the heart of Transylvania had been Panni’s sanctuary—a fortress of mist and pine, worlds away from the blood-soaked boardrooms of the Lu Corporation and the haunting whispers of Safe House 44. Here, life was measured by the shifting fog in the valleys and the steady, rhythmic breathing of a man who had finally found his peace.Jinyan had changed. The sharp, predatory edge of the billionaire CEO had been blunted by the rustic solitude of the mountains. His hands, once used to signing multi-billion dollar contracts and wielding power like a scalpel, were now calloused from hauling firewood and restoring the ancient