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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hate Me Till You Love Me: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

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The Other Evelyn

The silence in the locked room was deafening.The steady beep of the heart monitor pulsed through the air like a clock counting down, measuring the seconds between each shattered breath Evelyn took.Her back hit the wall as she stared at the motionless figure in the bed, the same pale skin, the same dark lashes, the same curve of her lips. The person looks so much like Her. No, it was her. Or someone who looked exactly like her.The resemblance was so perfect it made her stomach twist. She wanted to run. To scream. To wake up from whatever nightmare she’d just walked into. But she couldn’t move.Alexander stepped closer, the faint hum of machinery filling the void between them. His face was unreadable, stone carved into the shape of a man, and yet his eyes gave him awayay. They weren’t cold, they were wrecked.“Who is she?” Evelyn whispered.His jaw flexed, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this.”“That’s not an answer.” she insisted.He

The Escape

The mansion was too quiet. It was the kind of quietness that presses against the skin, making the heartbeat sound like thunder in the ears. Evelyn stood in the hallway, her hands trembling as she clutched the strap of a small leather bag, the one she had packed in secret over the last few hours.Every step she took felt like a betrayal, and yet every breath reminded her why she had to go.The woman in that bed upstairs, the original Evelyn was a ghost she could never compete with. And Alexander, he was a man who had loved that ghost so deeply he’d built another just to keep her near. No amount of affection, no whispered apologies, no broken confessions could change that truth.Evelyn wasn’t leaving because she hated him. She was leaving because she couldn’t afford to lose herself trying to be someone else. The clock in the corridor struck midnight.Each chime echoed through the marble halls, counting down to the moment her courage would either save or destroy her.Mrs. Alvarez’s room

The Escape

The mansion was too quiet. It was the kind of quietness that presses against the skin, making the heartbeat sound like thunder in the ears. Evelyn stood in the hallway, her hands trembling as she clutched the strap of a small leather bag, the one she had packed in secret over the last few hours.Every step she took felt like a betrayal, and yet every breath reminded her why she had to go.The woman in that bed upstairs, the original Evelyn was a ghost she could never compete with. And Alexander, he was a man who had loved that ghost so deeply he’d built another just to keep her near. No amount of affection, no whispered apologies, no broken confessions could change that truth.Evelyn wasn’t leaving because she hated him. She was leaving because she couldn’t afford to lose herself trying to be someone else. The clock in the corridor struck midnight.Each chime echoed through the marble halls, counting down to the moment her courage would either save or destroy her.Mrs. Alvarez’s room

The Cabin in the Woods

The rain hadn’t stopped for hours. It fell in sheets, a relentless downpour that swallowed the world in silver and shadow. Evelyn stumbled through the forest, the mud dragging at her boots, her breath tearing through the cold air in ragged bursts.Branches clawed at her arms and hair, their wet leaves slick against her skin. She didn’t dare look back. She didn’t dare think about Marcus or what had happened to him. The gunshots still echoed in her ears like phantom thunder.She had to keep moving, going North and to follow the creek. That’s what he’d said.The flash drive in her hand felt like it was burning through her palm. Hours later, her legs gave out. She collapsed onto a moss-covered rock beside the narrow stream, chest heaving, soaked to the bone.The woods were silent now except for the soft rush of water and the hiss of rain.Evelyn pressed her forehead against her knees, shivering. Every muscle in her body ached. The cold gnawed at her bones.And beneath the physical pain, s

The Alliance with the Devil

For a long time, Evelyn didn’t move.The rain had stopped, but the world outside still looked bruised and gray. Through the fogged glass, she could see his silhouette, his broad shoulders, hands resting at his sides, face tilted slightly down like a man waiting for judgment. Alexander Kane.The man who had given her life and has stolen it in the same breath.Her hand trembled on the doorknob. She could still feel the weight of the flash drive in her pocket, the echo of Marcus’s last words.“Whatever’s on this… it’s the reason they want you back.”She didn’t trust Alexander. She wasn’t sure she ever could again. But if what he said was true, if they were coming then she had no choice. She opened the door.He stood there, drenched and pale, his coat soaked through, dark hair clinging to his forehead. He looked different,he looked less like the ruthless billionaire and more like a man running out of time. For a moment, neither spoke. Then his eyes met hers. That familiar storm of guilt a

The Safe House

The forest swallowed them whole.Branches clawed at Evelyn’s clothes as she stumbled through the darkness, her lungs burning. Alexander’s grip on her hand was unrelenting, his pace relentless, part soldier, part machine. Behind them, the distant hum of drones pulsed like a heartbeat in the air, too close, too precise.The ground was slick from rain. Twice she slipped, and each time he pulled her back to her feet before she hit the mud.“Keep moving,” he ordered, voice low and urgent.“I’m...” she gasped, “trying.”“Try harder.” He said.She wanted to yell at him. To tell him she wasn’t one of his soldiers, that she was exhausted, terrified, and barely keeping up. But then the red glow of another drone sliced through the treetops, and she bit back every protest.After what felt like an eternity, Alexander stopped beside a rocky outcrop. His hand pressed against a section of moss-covered stone, searching for something unseen. Evelyn bent over, gasping, the cold air biting her lungs. The

The Return to New York

The tunnels were endless. Cold air pressed against Evelyn’s lungs as she followed Alexander through the narrow, echoing passage. The only light came from his flashlight, a thin, quivering beam that sliced through the darkness and shimmered against damp concrete walls.The smell of rust and earth filled the air. Water dripped rhythmically from overhead pipes, each drop echoing like a ticking clock. Every sound, every step, every breath felt amplified in the silence.“How far does this go?” she asked, her voice low.“Until it doesn’t,” Alexander replied without turning.“That’s not an answer.” she argued.“Neither’s the question.” he said.She glared at his back, the faint silhouette of his shoulders tense beneath his black shirt. “You’re impossible.”“And you’re still alive,” he said evenly.They walked for nearly an hour before the tunnel widened into a small chamber. Rusted ladders led upward, and faint city sounds bled through the cracks in the ceiling, the murmur of traffic, the di

The Ghost Protocol

The city didn’t sleep that night.Helicopters buzzed above like mechanical hornets, their searchlights slicing through the smog. Streets glowed with red and blue reflections, sirens rising and falling in waves that made the air itself tremble.Evelyn and Alexander moved like ghosts through it all, their shadows wrapped in exhaustion and adrenaline.They ducked into an abandoned subway entrance near the lower east side, where the stale scent of rust and wet concrete wrapped around them. The flicker of a dying fluorescent light painted everything in sickly yellow.Alexander pressed his back against the wall, breathing hard. A thin trail of blood ran down his temple.“You’re bleeding,” Evelyn said, kneeling beside him.He wiped it away carelessly. “It’s nothing.”“It’s not nothing,” she said sharply. “You’ve been shot, chased, and blown up in the span of twelve hours. You’re not made of steel, Alexander.”His lips curved faintly. “No. But I made you that way.”Evelyn glared. “Don’t roman

Fractures

By mid afternoon, the news made the headlines. The world was burning, not in fire, but in headlines.“Consortium Labs Collapse: Thousands Missing.”“Billionaire Alexander Kane Accused of Biotech Cover-Up.”“The Ghost Project, Fact or Myth?”The world wanted answers, but all Evelyn and Alexander had were ghosts.They had escaped the underground inferno barely alive, crawling from the wreckage as the facility collapsed into the river. For three days, they moved through the city like fugitives, changing motels, burning documents, living off black coffee and fear. By the fourth morning, Evelyn woke to sunlight filtering through cracked blinds and the faint sound of seagulls outside. The world was still turning. Somehow, they were still breathing. But nothing felt right.Alexander sat by the window, shirtless and bandaged, his dark hair damp with sweat. He hadn’t slept in days, she could tell from the shadowed crescents under his eyes, the distant way he stared at the skyline.“Any news?”

Genesis Rising

The storm hadn’t stopped for three days.Winds howled across the northern sea, slamming against the cargo vessel like a thousand fists. Waves towered over the bow, crashing down with bone-shaking force. The world outside was a blur of gray sky and water indistinguishable in the chaos.Evelyn gripped the railing of the upper deck, her knuckles white beneath her gloves. Salt spray stung her face, the cold slicing through her coat like blades. She could barely see ten feet ahead, but she didn’t have to. The Arctic Circle was close, and so was Genesis.Behind her, Alexander emerged from the storm, his coat whipping violently in the wind. He looked carved from stone, focused, lethal, his expression unreadable.“Navigation says another twenty miles,” he shouted over the roar of the sea.Evelyn turned to him, her hair plastered to her face. “And then what? We storm an underground fortress with two handguns and a death wish?”He smiled faintly. “You’re forgetting something.”“What?” she asked

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