Todos os capítulos de Hate Me Till You Love Me: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

“Elias Kane.”The voice rose from beneath the cracked floor, deep and ancient, carrying a weight that made the walls tremble. It did not sound angry. It did not sound frightened. It sounded as though it had been waiting patiently for centuries, certain that the moment would eventually come.Elias stood frozen.The silver light beneath his skin pulsed once.Then again.And with every pulse, the voice became clearer.“Elias Kane. The child who carried what was never his. The boy who opened the door without knowing he held the key.”Evelyn immediately pulled her son away from the crack.“Don’t listen to it.”Elias swallowed hard. “Mother, it knows me.”“It knows your name. That doesn’t mean it knows you.”“But I can feel it inside my chest.”Alexander moved between Elias and the opening. “Whatever you are, you will not touch my son.”A low sound rolled beneath the floor.It was almost a laugh.“Your son?” the voice repeated. “You have called many children your own, Alexander Kane. You ha

“Little brother. You’ve taken long enough.”The words echoed through the chamber.Elias stood motionless, staring at the man in the doorway. The stranger had Alexander’s face, Alexander’s eyes, and even the same small scar near his left eyebrow. Yet something about him was unmistakably different. His presence carried a strange warmth, an ancient familiarity that made Elias feel as though he had been standing beside this man his entire life.But he had never seen him before.At least, not in the life he remembered.Alexander stepped in front of Evelyn.“Who are you?”The stranger’s smile faded slightly.He looked at Alexander for a long moment, studying the man who wore his face.Then he laughed softly.“That’s an interesting question.”“Answer it.”The stranger glanced at Elias.“Your son should know who I am.”Elias swallowed.“I don’t.”The man’s expression changed.For the first time, genuine sadness appeared in his eyes.“You really have forgotten everything.”Elias’s hands curled

“Elias, my son.”The voice lingered in the mansion long after the silver eye disappeared from his palm.Nobody moved.Elias stood at the foot of the staircase, staring at his hand as though it belonged to someone else. The symbol had faded, leaving behind a faint silver scar that curved across his skin like a closed eyelid.Evelyn reached for him.“Sweetheart, look at me.”He raised his head slowly.“Did you hear her?”“Yes.”“What did she mean?”Evelyn hesitated.“I don’t know.”Elias searched her face, looking for the certainty he had always found in her. But Evelyn had no answers. She had spent so long fighting to bring her family back together that she had almost forgotten what it felt like to stand in the middle of a mystery without knowing whom to trust.Alexander approached his son.“Let me see your hand.”Elias held it out.The silver scar remained still.Alexander examined it carefully, turning Elias’s palm toward the morning light.“It doesn’t look like the markings from the

“Please don’t close the door again.”The words continued to echo through Alexander’s mind as the silver door rose from beneath the mansion.Stone cracked around its edges. Dust drifted from the ceiling, and the floor trembled beneath their feet. The door was taller than any entrance in the Kane mansion, its surface covered in symbols that seemed to move whenever someone tried to read them.At its center was a small, familiar carving.A wooden horse.Alexander stared at it.He remembered the toy immediately. He remembered buying it for Dorian during a visit to the royal market in their first life. The boy had carried it everywhere, even insisting on sleeping with it beneath his pillow.The toy had been in his hand the last time Alexander saw him.Before the gates closed.Before the second door swallowed him.Before Alexander spent the rest of that life believing his son was dead.His knees nearly gave way.“Dorian.”He moved toward the door.Evelyn caught his arm.“Alexander, wait.”“H

“DORIAN!”Alexander’s shout tore through the chamber as his son was dragged toward the silver door.Dorian’s boots scraped against the stone floor, leaving two dark marks behind him. His fingers clawed at the ground, searching for something to hold, but the darkness beyond the doorway had already wrapped itself around his legs. Silver lines crawled beneath his skin, beginning at his ankles and spreading toward his knees like chains being forged inside his body.Elias lunged forward and caught his brother’s wrist.The instant their hands touched, a violent flash of white light exploded between them.Elias gasped.For one terrifying second, he was no longer standing beneath the mansion. He was somewhere else, somewhere cold and endless, where countless doors stretched into a darkness without a horizon. Behind every door, someone was crying. Some voices belonged to children. Others belonged to men and women whose names Elias had never heard.But beneath all those voices, one sound rose a