All Chapters of UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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The Second Player

The interrogation room goes completely still. Margaret Lawson’s final words settle over the table like a slow-moving storm. I wasn’t the only one who wanted Adrian Reyes dead. Marcus straightens beside me. “…you cannot casually say something like that.” Margaret doesn’t look at him. Her eyes remain fixed on Adrian. Waiting. Studying. Measuring the exact moment his control might crack. But Adrian doesn’t move. His posture remains the same—tall, composed, perfectly still. Only his eyes sharpen slightly. “Explain.” Margaret smiles faintly. “That’s not how this works.” Marcus groans. “Oh good. Now we’re negotiating with a sociopath.” Margaret finally glances at him. “You’re more involved in this than you realize, Marcus.” Marcus folds his arms. “That seems to be the theme tonight.” Adrian’s voice remains calm. “You’re implying someone else funded the operation.” Margaret tilts her head. “I’m implying someone else benefited from it.” The room goes quiet again. My pulse begins

The Lie That Should Have Destroyed Us

Margaret Lawson’s laughter fills the interrogation room. It isn’t loud. It isn’t hysterical. It’s soft, deliberate—like someone savoring the final move of a chess match. “Sebastian Rojas,” Adrian says quietly. Marcus exhales beside me. “…I knew I didn’t like that man.” Margaret tilts her head. “You trusted him.” Adrian doesn’t react. “Sebastian was useful,” Margaret continues calmly. “He handled several of Reyes Holdings’ external development projects. Including hers.” Her eyes move toward me. My pulse pounds so hard I can hear it in my ears. “Alessa’s architectural expansion,” Marcus mutters. “Of course.” Adrian’s gaze sharpens. “What did he do?” Margaret smiles faintly. “He helped me create the final piece of the story.” Marcus frowns. “…what story?” Margaret leans back in her chair. “The one that was supposed to destroy your marriage.” The room goes silent. I feel Adrian shift beside me—not physically, but in presence. His stillness becomes sharper. Dangerous. Ma

Ten Years Ago

The interrogation room falls silent again. Margaret Lawson’s last words echo in the air. You destroyed Sebastian Rojas ten years ago. Marcus slowly lifts his head. “…ten years ago?” Adrian’s expression remains calm, but I see the change in his eyes. He’s searching his memory, running through a decade of deals, cases, and battles. Adrian Reyes has made enemies—powerful men, dangerous men—but the certainty in Margaret’s voice suggests something deeper. Marcus folds his arms. “Alright,” he mutters. “Story time.” Margaret watches Adrian carefully. “You really don’t remember.” Adrian’s voice is steady. “I remember many things.” Margaret smiles faintly. “But not him.” The detective glances between them. “This sounds important.” Marcus nods. “Oh, it absolutely is.” Adrian finally speaks again. “Explain.” Margaret leans back in her chair. “Ten years ago, Adrian Reyes was a rising star in corporate law.” Marcus chuckles. “He still is.” Margaret ignores him. “You handled a major

The Final Move

Margaret Lawson’s smile lingers in the room like poison. He’s already activated the final part of the plan. The words feel heavier than everything we’ve heard tonight. Marcus straightens beside me. “…okay,” he mutters slowly, “I officially hate that sentence.” Adrian’s posture remains perfectly still. But I can see the shift in his eyes—cold calculation, strategy forming behind silence. “What plan?” Adrian asks. Margaret watches him like a scientist studying an experiment. “You built your entire empire on reputation.” Marcus nods slightly. “That’s accurate.” Margaret continues calmly. “Adrian Reyes is the man who never loses.” Marcus smirks faintly. “Also accurate.” Margaret tilts her head. “But what happens when the world suddenly believes he’s a criminal?” The room goes silent. My pulse spikes. Marcus whispers, “…that sounds like a public scandal.” Adrian’s voice remains calm. “What did Sebastian do?” Margaret smiles faintly. “He released the video.” Marcus frowns. “

The Man Sebastian Needed

For a moment, I don’t understand the detective’s words. The interrogation room feels like it tilts slightly, as though the floor itself has shifted beneath me. “He took someone with him.” Marcus frowns. “…who?” The detective looks directly at me. “Your father.” The air disappears from my lungs. “My father?” I whisper. Marcus straightens instantly. “Eduardo Valez?” The detective nods. “Yes.” My pulse pounds violently. “That’s impossible.” Marcus mutters under his breath. “…please tell me he wasn’t kidnapped.” The detective exhales slowly. “That’s what security believes.” The room goes silent. Adrian’s voice becomes colder. “How?” The detective flips open his phone again. “Sebastian Rojas entered Reyes Holdings thirty minutes ago.” Marcus frowns. “…during the middle of this investigation?” “Yes.” The detective continues. “He used his executive access.” Marcus mutters, “Of course he did.” The detective scrolls through the security footage. “Your father arrived at the

The Trap At The Shipyard

The interrogation room becomes completely silent. The detective’s words still hang in the air. Come to the old Rojas shipyard. And bring Alessa Valez. Marcus exhales slowly, his tone edged with disbelief. “…well. That’s not subtle.” My pulse pounds hard in my chest. Sebastian didn’t just want my father. He wants me. Adrian’s posture doesn’t change, but I can feel the tension radiating from him now—dangerously quiet, like a storm gathering beneath the surface. The detective lowers his phone. “The message came from Sebastian’s personal number.” Marcus mutters, “Kidnapping and invitations. Very classy.” I turn toward Adrian. “He wants me there.” Adrian’s voice comes immediately. “No.” The firmness in it surprises even me. Marcus raises a brow. “Technically he asked for her.” Adrian’s eyes flicker toward him. Marcus lifts both hands. “Just stating the obvious.” The detective speaks carefully. “The location he mentioned is an abandoned industrial property.” Marcus sighs. “Th

The Man Who Walked Into The Trap

The hallway outside the interrogation room becomes completely silent. The detective’s phone is still in his hand. The photo of my father glows on the screen—Eduardo Valez, bound to a metal chair, a gun pressed against his temple. My stomach twists so violently I have to steady myself against the wall. Marcus exhales slowly. “…that is a very serious hostage situation.” Adrian’s eyes remain fixed on the photo. His expression unreadable, but the air around him feels different now. Colder. Focused. “What time was this sent?” he asks quietly. The detective checks the message again. “Three minutes ago.” Marcus mutters under his breath. “So he’s already waiting.” I whisper, “My father…” Adrian turns toward me immediately. “He’s alive.” Marcus nods. “Yes. And Sebastian clearly wants him alive.” I look at the image again. My father’s head is slightly bowed, but he’s conscious. Aware. Marcus studies the photo carefully. “…this warehouse looks familiar.” The detective leans closer.

Dock Seven

Adrian The old Rojas shipyard looks exactly as I remember it—dead. Rust clings to every steel beam like a disease. The harbor wind whistles through broken windows, dragging the smell of salt and oil across the empty docks. Dock Seven stands alone at the far end of the property: one massive warehouse, one giant loading door, and somewhere inside—Sebastian Rojas. Marcus exhales beside me as we step out of the car. “…this is the worst place for a friendly meeting.” I scan the area. Dark. Silent. No visible guards. That doesn’t mean anything. Sebastian has spent ten years learning patience. “Stay close,” I say quietly. Marcus mutters, “Oh don’t worry. I have absolutely no intention of wandering off in an abandoned shipyard.” The wind rattles loose sheet metal above us. Every sound echoes. Every shadow stretches too far. Marcus glances toward the roofline. “…you don’t see snipers, right?” “No.” “That’s somehow worse.” We move toward the warehouse slowly. The massive

The Man Who Lost

Adrian The warehouse freezes. Sebastian Rojas’ gun is still pressed against Eduardo Valez’s head. But the red laser dots of sniper rifles now cover the concrete floor around him—walls, crates, steel beams, and one steady beam resting directly over Sebastian’s chest. Marcus exhales slowly beside me. “…that’s a lot of lasers.” Sebastian’s smile is gone. Completely gone. His eyes move across the shadows above. The tactical team stands on the catwalks now, weapons trained, silent, precise. Sebastian’s voice lowers. “You set me up.” Marcus raises a brow. “…yes. That was the general idea.” Sebastian’s gaze returns to me. “You walked into my trap.” I answer calmly. “No.” Marcus gestures around the warehouse. “You walked into ours.” Sebastian’s jaw tightens. The gun presses harder against Eduardo’s temple. “Everyone stand down!” No one moves. No one speaks. Because Sebastian Rojas has already lost control of the room. He knows it. The tactical team knows it. And now—so

The Truth Behind The War

AdrianSebastian Rojas is dragged to his feet. His wrists are bound tightly behind his back, the steel cuffs biting into his skin. Two officers hold him firmly as the rest of the tactical team secures the warehouse.But Sebastian keeps smiling. That same unsettling smile that refuses to die, even in defeat.Marcus exhales beside me, his voice dripping with irritation. “…I really hate villains who keep talking after they lose.”Sebastian laughs softly, the sound echoing against the steel beams above. “You still think this is over.”Marcus rolls his eyes. “Yes. That’s usually what arrest means.”But Sebastian’s gaze stays locked on me. “You were always the smartest man in the room.”I say nothing.Sebastian tilts his head slightly, his smile widening. “And yet you still can’t see the whole board.”Marcus mutters, “…we are absolutely done with chess metaphors.”Eduardo Valez stands nearby now, finally free of the ropes that bound him. An officer checks his wrists, murmuring reassurance.

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