Todos os capítulos de Hate Me Till You Love Me: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Evelyn fell.There was no ground beneath her.No sky.No walls.Only darkness.She tried to reach for Alexander, but her fingers closed around nothing.“Alexander!”Her voice disappeared into the void.She tried again.“Alexander!”Nothing.Her stomach twisted as she continued falling.Then a hand caught hers.Evelyn gasped.She looked up.Alexander.He was falling with her.His fingers were wrapped tightly around hers.“I told you,” he said through clenched teeth.Evelyn’s heart slammed against her ribs.“What?”“I told you I wouldn’t let you face this alone.”She almost laughed through her tears.“You’re insane.”“I’ve been told.”They continued falling.Then another hand grabbed Alexander’s wrist.Adrian.“Did you really think I’d let my brother disappear again?”Alexander looked at him.“You followed us?”“Obviously.”A fourth hand appeared.Firstborn.His little fingers wrapped around Evelyn’s wrist.“I told you I’d find you.”Evelyn stared at him.“You shouldn’t be here.”Firstb

“Welcome back, Elarienne.”The voice sounded exactly like Evelyn’s.That was what frightened her most.Not the darkness surrounding her. Not the cold hands gripping her ankles. Not even the endless fall that had carried her away from Alexander, Adrian, and her children.It was the voice.Her own voice, stripped of every emotion she recognized, spoke from somewhere beyond the darkness.“You took long enough.”Evelyn twisted, trying to free herself, but the hand around her ankle tightened.“Let go of me!”A quiet laugh answered her.“You always begin with that.”The darkness changed.For a moment, Evelyn saw a thousand tiny lights suspended around her. Each light contained a memory. Some were bright and beautiful. Others flickered like dying stars. She recognized a few faces among them, but most belonged to strangers whose stories had been swallowed by the Echo.Then she saw Alexander.He was reaching for her.His fingers were inches from hers.“Evelyn!”She stretched toward him.“Alexa

Evelyn stood frozen as the white tree burned behind Elias.The flames rose higher, twisting around the silver branches without consuming them. Every leaf glowed like a dying star, and the ground beneath her feet trembled as though the entire world were struggling to remain alive.Elias stood in the middle of it all.Her son.The child she had forgotten.The child who had called her Mother with a voice that carried centuries of pain.Yet something about him was terribly wrong.His eyes were too old. His smile carried too much sorrow. And the blackened crown resting on his head seemed to pulse with a strange, unnatural light.Alexander moved in front of Evelyn, shielding her with his body.“Stay behind me.”Evelyn barely heard him.She couldn’t stop looking at Elias.He was so small.His sleeves covered part of his hands, and his dark hair fell across his forehead. He looked like a child who should have been running through a garden, laughing as his parents chased after him.Instead, he

The moment the First King spoke those words, the entire throne room began to tremble.“Now, we can finally begin the last separation.”His voice was calm, almost gentle, but the power behind it made the air feel heavy. The silver crown on his head glowed brighter with every passing second, sending thin threads of light across the black marble floor. Beneath their feet, ancient symbols began to awaken, spreading outward like cracks in a frozen lake.Evelyn felt Alexander’s hand tighten around hers.“Whatever happens,” he whispered, “do not let go of me.”She turned to him, her eyes burning with fear and determination. “I’m not letting go of you. Not this time. Not after everything we’ve survived.”The First King watched them with an expression that was almost sympathetic.“You still believe love can save you,” he said. “After all these lives, all these deaths, all these memories you have lost, you continue to believe that holding someone’s hand is enough to change what has already been

“Evelyn, run!”Alexander’s warning thundered through the staircase, followed by a crash that shook the walls. Dust rained from the ceiling, and the silver light beneath Elias’s skin flared so brightly that Evelyn had to shield her eyes.Something was coming up the stairs.She could hear its footsteps now. Slow, uneven steps, as though whoever was approaching had forgotten how to walk. Each step was followed by the faint sound of chains dragging across stone.Lily clutched Evelyn’s hand.“Mother, I’m scared.”Evelyn pulled her daughter against her side. “Stay close to me, sweetheart. Whatever happens, neither of you leaves my sight.”Elias stood rigidly beside them, staring into the darkness below.“It’s him,” he whispered.Evelyn turned toward her son. “Who?”“Adrian.”The name seemed to awaken something inside him. He pressed a hand against his chest, breathing harder as unfamiliar memories flashed across his mind.A boy laughing in a garden.A pair of muddy shoes abandoned beside a