Lahat ng Kabanata ng UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Alessa Morning arrives like a storm. The glass tower of Reyes Holdings rises into the gray sky—cold, silent, but heavy with tension. The kind of tension that lives in boardrooms where billions of dollars and entire empires can rise or collapse with a single vote. I stand near the boardroom doors with my hands clasped tightly together. Inside that room—Adrian’s entire future is about to be decided. Marcus Dela Torre stands beside me, adjusting the knot of his tie like he’s preparing for court instead of a corporate execution. “…corporate coups should really come with warning labels,” he mutters. I glance at him. “You’re not nervous?” Marcus lets out a dry laugh. “Oh, I’m extremely nervous.” He nods toward the boardroom doors. “Those people in there control half the country’s money and the other half’s influence.” My stomach tightens. “And they want Adrian gone.” Marcus nods slowly. “Some of them have wanted that for years.” Through the glass wall I can see the long mahogany b

The silence inside the boardroom grows unbearable. The voting consoles glow softly in front of each board member, small screens displaying the same two options. Approve. Remove. Two simple words. Yet they carry the power to destroy an empire. Across the table, Leonardo Castillo watches the room with the calm patience of someone who has orchestrated moments like this before. His posture is perfect, his expression unreadable, but I can feel the weight of his expectation pressing down on everyone. “Please cast your votes,” he says evenly. One by one, the board members reach forward. A finger touches a screen. Another. Another. The system registers each vote silently. A small indicator light changes from white to blue. Marcus Dela Torre sits back in his chair, arms crossed. His gaze moves from screen to screen, calculating, measuring. He looks like a man who already knows the outcome but is waiting to see how the pieces fall. Adrian remains completely still beside me. His hand

The words settle over the room like frost. “It was always about you.” For a moment I cannot breathe. Across the table, Adrian’s chair scrapes sharply against the floor as he stands. “Enough.” His voice is low. Dangerous. Every person in the room feels it. But Leonardo Castillo doesn’t look at him. He keeps looking at me. Almost thoughtfully. As if he’s been waiting a very long time to say those words. Marcus Dela Torre leans forward slowly, his tone dry but edged with unease. “Well. That’s not ominous at all.” Castillo finally shifts his gaze away from me. “Let’s stop pretending we’re discussing a simple corporate scandal.” His tone is calm again. Controlled. “Margaret Lawson’s actions were never about board politics.” Adrian’s jaw tightens. “You expect anyone here to believe that?” Castillo shrugs lightly. “Believe whatever you like.” Elaine Porter’s patience snaps. “Leonardo, you’re implying that a Reyes Holdings executive orchestrated a criminal conspiracy against Mrs.

The knock echoes through the boardroom. Once. Twice. No one moves. Every person in the room feels it—the shift, the inevitability of something about to break wide open. Leonardo Castillo doesn’t look surprised. If anything… he looks expectant. Adrian’s voice cuts through the silence. “Come in.” The door opens. Two men step inside. Detectives. Their presence alone changes the air—sharper, heavier, real in a way the boardroom politics never were. Between them— a woman. My breath catches. Because I recognize her instantly. Margaret Lawson. She doesn’t look the way I remember her. Gone is the polished, controlled executive presence. Her hair is pulled back too tightly, her face pale but composed. There’s something colder in her eyes now. Something unhinged beneath the surface. But when her gaze lifts— it doesn’t go to the detectives. It doesn’t go to the board. It goes straight to Adrian. And it stays there. The room freezes. Marcus exhales slowly. “Well. That’s… inc

Alessa Everything moves at once. Orders. Footsteps. Voices rising over each other. “Lock the elevators.” “Seal the stairwells.” “Security to Level 32—now.” The calm, controlled world of Reyes Holdings fractures into something raw and urgent. And at the center of it—me. Adrian’s hand closes around my wrist. Firm. Grounding. Unyielding. “Stay with me.” His voice is low, controlled—but there’s something beneath it now. Not fear. Something sharper. Protective instinct pushed to its edge. Across the room, Marcus Dela Torre is already issuing orders into his phone. “I want a full sweep—every corridor, every access point. Nobody leaves this floor without clearance.” The detectives move toward the door, coordinating with building security. Elaine Porter stands frozen beside the table, caught between authority and panic. “This is a security breach,” she says, her voice tight. “How is this even possible?” No one answers her. Because the question isn’t helpful. Not