All Chapters of UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Marcus’s message sits on my phone like a ticking clock.You’re running out of time.The city stretches endlessly beneath the terrace, but suddenly New York feels smaller. Closer. Like the walls of the night are slowly tightening around us.Adrian reads the message over my shoulder. His expression doesn’t change. But something colder settles into his eyes.“Good,” he says quietly.I blink. “That’s good?”“Yes.”“How?”“Because Marcus only sends messages like that when he thinks he’s winning.”“And that’s good?”“It means he’s confident.”“That still doesn’t sound good.”Adrian turns toward the glass doors leading back into the penthouse. “Confident opponents make mistakes.”He walks inside.I follow, the tension from the terrace still humming through my chest.Adrian moves straight to the long black desk in the living room, already pulling up files on his laptop. The screen fills with charts, contracts, and corporate filings faster than I can process.“You’re planning something,” I say

“They won’t be there.”Marcus’s words echo long after the call ends.The silence inside the penthouse feels heavier now, like the air itself knows something dangerous is moving toward us.I slowly lower the phone.Adrian hasn’t moved.“What does he mean?” I ask.Adrian studies my face for a moment before answering.“It means someone intends to remove a board member from the equation.”My stomach tightens. “Remove… how?”His voice stays calm, but there’s steel beneath it.“In corporate terms? Pressure. Coercion.”“And in non-corporate terms?”Adrian’s eyes darken. “Anything that stops them from showing up.”A cold wave runs down my spine.“You think someone might get hurt.”“I think someone already planned it.”The room goes quiet again. Outside the windows, Manhattan glitters like a field of stars. But suddenly the city feels hostile. Unpredictable.“So tomorrow’s vote isn’t guaranteed,” I say slowly.“No.”“Marcus is making it sound inevitable.”“Marcus wants us to panic.”“Are we?”

The room goes silent.Not the ordinary kind of silence.The kind that presses against your lungs until breathing feels like effort.Margaret Lui document lies on the table between us. A single sheet of paper. But it suddenly feels heavier than the entire building.Every board member is staring at it. No one moves.Adrian is the first to speak.“Read it,” he says quietly.Margaret nods once. Her fingers slide the document forward so everyone can see.My eyes drop to the name printed in black ink.And for a moment—my brain refuses to process it.Because the name doesn’t belong to Marcus.It doesn’t belong to my father.It belongs to someone who has been in this room the entire time.Daniel Hargrove.A ripple of shock spreads across the table.Daniel doesn’t react immediately. He simply leans back in his chair. Calm. Almost bored.“That’s a rental agreement,” he says smoothly. “Not a confession.”Margaret’s expression hardens. “The SUV that forced Alessa Reyes off the road was rented thr

The boardroom doors close behind Daniel Hargrove.But his words remain.Why someone wanted you alive.For a moment, no one moves.The room is still crowded with executives, lawyers, and security officers, yet the silence feels enormous. Because the implication is impossible to ignore.The crash wasn’t meant to kill me.My fingers curl slowly against the edge of the table.“What does that mean?” I ask quietly.No one answers immediately.Adrian is staring at the door Daniel just walked through. His expression has gone completely still. Which somehow feels worse than anger.“Adrian,” I press.He turns toward me. “I don’t know yet.”“You believe him.”A pause. “Yes.”The honesty sends a chill through me.Margaret exhales slowly. “If the objective wasn’t fatal…”Her voice trails off.“Then the crash was meant to do something else,” Adrian finishes.I feel my heartbeat quicken. “Like what?”He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he turns the laptop back toward us and pulls up the black box

The room feels smaller suddenly.The document lies between us like a loaded weapon.Reyes Holdings Executive TrustAnd beneath the authorization line—Adrian Reyes.My heartbeat thunders in my ears.“Why is your name on this account?”The question leaves my mouth quietly, but it slices through the silence like glass.Adrian doesn’t react immediately. He studies the paper again. Then exhales slowly.“Because I’m one of the trustees.”“That’s not what I asked.”His gaze lifts to mine. I can see the calculation behind his eyes. Not panic. Not guilt. Strategy.“You asked why my name is on the account,” he says calmly. “The answer is simple. I have authorization access.”Margaret looks between us. “That account funded the SUV rental.”My stomach tightens.“Yes,” Adrian says.“So someone using this trust financed the crash.”“Yes.”The air between us grows heavier.I force myself to ask the question I’m afraid of.“Did you do it?”The words echo in the empty boardroom.For the first time si