Lahat ng Kabanata ng UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

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

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 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

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

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.