Todos os capítulos de Hate Me Till You Love Me: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Evelyn had seen monsters wear the faces of people she loved. She had watched memories become weapons, heard the dead beg for another chance, and stood before a darkness that had spent centuries learning how to imitate a human heart.But nothing had prepared her for the woman standing before the open doorway.The woman’s face was hers.Not similar. Not familiar in the way that Elarienne’s face had been familiar. It was Evelyn’s face exactly, down to the small scar near her left eyebrow and the faint crease that appeared beside her mouth whenever she fought back tears. Even the way she held her head was the same.Yet her eyes were silver, and the black circle marked on her palm carried five white lines.Evelyn had seen four lines on Elias’s mark. She had watched the circle open and become something older than the keeper’s connection. But five lines belonged to no mark she had ever encountered.The woman looked at her with quiet amusement.“You look disappointed.”Evelyn’s fingers curle

“Welcome back, my daughter.”The voice belonged to Alexander.Evelyn knew the sound of her husband’s voice better than she knew her own heartbeat. She knew the low roughness that entered it when he was tired, the quiet warmth he reserved for their children, and the sharp edge that appeared whenever someone threatened the people he loved. She knew how he said her name when he was frightened but refused to admit it, and how he whispered against her forehead when he thought she was asleep.This voice carried all those familiar details.It was Alexander’s voice.But Alexander had never called her his daughter.Evelyn stared into the darkness beyond the glass, her heart pounding so violently that she could barely hear herself breathe.“Who are you?”The silence that followed seemed to stretch forever.Then the voice answered.“You have been asking that question for a very long time.”Evelyn took a step backward.The woman who had once possessed five lines on her palm remained on her knees.

“Father, I’m still here.”The voice came from beyond the black door, small and trembling, carrying a familiar sadness that Evelyn had spent too many nights trying to forget.Evan.For one terrible moment, she forgot everything Avelisse had told her. She forgot the First Silence’s lies, the unfinished lives, the fifth line burning beneath her skin, and the warning Alexander had shouted before the passage collapsed.All she could hear was the voice of a child who should have been growing up beside his brothers and sisters.A child who should have been running through the mansion, making Dorian complain about the noise, teasing Lily until she threatened to throw something at him, and following Adrian around with endless questions.A child who should have been alive.“Evan?” Evelyn whispered.The First Silence smiled.It was a small smile, almost tender, but Evelyn had learned to fear tenderness when it came from something that survived by wearing the faces of the dead.“Yes,” it answered

“Now you can finally meet the person who made me.”Evelyn stared at the pale man, unable to decide which frightened her more: his words or the strange certainty in his silver eyes. Behind him, the silver doorway through which Cael had disappeared was slowly closing. Its light had become a thin line against the darkness, and for one brief moment, she thought she could still see the little boy standing on the other side, looking back at her with the quiet sadness of someone who had spent his entire existence waiting for permission to leave.Then the doorway vanished.Cael was gone.Evelyn lowered her eyes to her palm. The five incomplete silver lines that had marked her skin for so long had turned black. They curved around the circle in the center of her hand, forming a symbol she had never seen before, yet somehow recognized. The darkness did not sit on her skin like ink. It moved beneath it, following the rhythm of her heartbeat.“What happened to my mark?” she asked.The pale man stu

“I was the one who gave him his first memory.”Evelyn forgot how to breathe.For a moment, the entire chamber seemed to shrink around her. The silver threads in the walls dimmed, the black symbol on the glass stopped moving, and even the pale man fell silent. All Evelyn could hear was the voice that had spoken from beyond the sealed doors.Her mother’s voice.Margaret Vale had been dead for years. Evelyn remembered the softness of her hands, the warmth of her embrace, the smell of fresh bread in the kitchen, and the way her mother used to sit beside her bed during thunderstorms. She remembered the red ribbon Margaret had given her as a child, telling her that it would remind her she was never alone.She also remembered the impossible things that had happened since entering the boundary. Memories had worn familiar faces. The dead had spoken with voices that did not belong to them. Even the people she trusted had sometimes been unable to distinguish truth from the things the Echo create