Alle Kapitel von When Hate Falls in Love : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

The night air was damp, wrapping around their sweaty skin in the room. The copper chandelier shone faintly on the cold brick walls, contrasting with the warm sighs of two bodies exploring one another. Rafael stood at the edge of the bed with a dark gaze, his breathing heavy, while Aurora lay beneath him, her blonde hair a mess on the white sheets.Rafael's shirt was already ragged, open at the chest, displaying the curves of tense muscles. His hand traced Aurora's collarbone, then rose to her jaw, lifting her face to force her to look into his eyes. Aurora held her breath, her body trembling between fear and longing for something she couldn't explain. Rafael approached slowly, kissing her lips with a pressure that was not entirely gentle, as if mixing anger with long-buried desire. The intoxicating kiss burned her nerves.His strong hands now moved more boldly, trailing down Aurora's body as if marking her, as if demanding her submission. And as their fingers gripped one another, as t

Aurora stood still in front of a luxurious mansion with modern classical architecture, located in the elite neighborhood of Kensington. Tall pillars supported the second-floor balcony, and large windows overlooked a garden so well-landscaped that it looked like a painting. But what puzzled her the most was not the splendor of the house, but the fact that she was now standing in front of its main door with no idea how she had gotten there. "Why am I here?" she murmured softly. A deep, heavy voice whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine. "Because starting today, you will be living here, Aurora." Aurora turned around quickly and found Rafael standing very close behind her, with a faint smile that held far too many secrets. "What do you mean?" Aurora squinted, suspicious. "Do you... want to take me prisoner?" Rafael chuckled, a low, sharp laugh that sounded far more cynical than pleasant. "Oh, Aurora. Don't be so dramatic. This isn't a prison; it's a new home for you."

Aurora stood shaking, trying to contain the emotions that began to flow like unstoppable cracks in glass. Her father's voice had just torn open all the old wounds she had been keeping tightly closed. "I'm sorry, Aurora... I can't tell you where I am now," the voice sounded heavy and distressed. "But... please, just hold on for a while. Trust me." Aurora frowned, her heart pounding violently. "Surviving? Do you know what I'm going through right now?" she almost shouted, making several people turn their heads, but Aurora didn't care. "I know... everything, Aurora." The voice on the other side sounded regretful yet firm. There was no doubt that he was watching from afar, knowing very well her every move. "You have to stay there. Keep doing what you're doing now. When the time comes... it's like before. Like before. Father will come back, and everything will be quiet again." Everything broke. Tears began to fall unbidden. Aurora wanted to believe it. She wanted to. But the wound

Rafael slowly opened his eyes, the white light from the room lamp making him squint. The cold air and the distinctive antiseptic smell of the hospital immediately assaulted his senses. His head felt heavy, and the slow throbbing in his temples seemed to remind him that his body had not fully recovered. Breathing heavily, Rafael tried to recognize his surroundings. He was on a hospital bed, an IV attached to his hand, with a monitor ticking quietly beside him. His gaze swept the room until it stopped on a figure he did not expect. Aurora. The girl sat in the chair beside his bed, her head bowed, sleeping in an uncomfortable position. Her hair was a little messy, her face pale, and her eyes puffy. Rafael looked closely at that face. Something inside his chest rippled-neither anger nor resentment, but a strange feeling that was so quiet, yet warm. Slowly, as if driven by instinct, Rafael raised his hand, wanting to touch Aurora's face. He wanted to make sure that he

Water flowed gently from the small showerhead of the hospital sink, dripping between the strands of hair of Rafael, who now sat with his head resting in the basin of the sink. Aurora stood beside him, her hand occasionally touching Rafael's temple or nape as she poured warm water and scrubbed his hair with shampoo she found in the patient's bathroom. The atmosphere was awkward. There was no meaningful conversation other than the sound of dripping water and the occasional sigh from both of them. Aurora looked serious, trying to complete this hair-washing task as quickly as possible, but her gentle hand movements did not fail to make Rafael hold back several times. His face began to show a tinge of red that he couldn't control, especially when Aurora's fingers accidentally touched his neck for too long. "This was my idea. Why am I the one who feels wrong?" Rafael muttered to himself as he stared at the ceiling. He even grumbled silently, feeling humbled by the strange sensat