Todos os capítulos de Hate Me Till You Love Me: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The glass shattered.Evelyn barely had time to breathe before Alexander pulled her against him.A wave of black light exploded across the chamber.It struck the floor.The walls.The ceiling.Every door that had opened moments earlier slammed shut at once.Eden screamed.Leo began crying.Evelyn held both children close, one arm around Eden and the other protecting Leo against her chest.“Alexander!”“I’m here.”His voice was close.Steady.His arms tightened around her.But his eyes remained fixed on the boy who had stepped through the broken glass.The boy stood in the middle of the chamber.He was perhaps eight years old.Dark hair.Pale skin.Brown eyes.A small scar crossed his left eyebrow.Evelyn knew that scar.She had seen it before.Not on someone else.On herself.In an old photograph.In a reflection she had never understood.The boy looked at Alexander.Then at Eden.Then at Leo.Finally, his eyes returned to Evelyn.He smiled.Not cruelly.Not kindly.Almost sadly.“You

“Mother.”The voice came from beneath the floor.Evelyn stopped breathing.Everything around her seemed to freeze.The collapsing chamber.The screaming Echo.The shadows moving behind Elara.Even Alexander seemed to disappear for one suspended second.There was only that tiny voice.Soft.Fragile.Almost innocent.“Mother.”Evelyn looked down at the crack spreading beneath her feet.“No.”Alexander grabbed her arm.“Evelyn, don’t.”She looked at him.“Did you hear that?”“Yes.”“That was a child.”“I know.”“He’s calling me.”“I know.”The crack widened.A pale light rose from below.It wasn’t black.It wasn’t silver.It wasn’t the strange white light they had seen inside the Echo.It was warm.Golden.Almost like sunlight.Evelyn had not seen anything warm in this place for what felt like an eternity.She moved toward it.Alexander tightened his grip.“Wait.”“I can’t.”“Evelyn.”“He’s alone.”“So are we.”She looked at him.“We’re not.”Alexander glanced at Leo.Then Eden.Then bac

The word CHOICE burned across the chamber.It appeared on the walls.On the floor.Across the ceiling.It even flashed across the glass spheres floating above them, turning every forgotten memory into a field of white light.For one impossible second, everything stopped.The black-eyed Alexander stood motionless.The silver-haired Alexander stared at him.Elara had frozen.Origin was holding Eden against his chest.Leo was quiet.And Evelyn stood in the middle of it all with the firstborn in her arms.Then the Echo screamed.The sound was so powerful that Evelyn felt it inside her bones.Every door in the chamber burst open.Thousands of voices cried out at once.Some were begging.Some were laughing.Some were calling names.Some were simply screaming.Alexander collapsed.“Alexander!”Evelyn rushed to him.His body hit the floor.She dropped beside him, still holding the baby.“Look at me.”His eyes were black.Then brown.Then black again.His hands clawed against the floor.“Evely

The knocking came again.Three times.Then four.Then once.Evelyn stood completely still.The firstborn was pressed against her chest, his tiny fingers curled into the fabric of her dress.Alexander’s hand was wrapped around hers.Elena stood on the other side of the room, pale and trembling.Nobody spoke.Then the voice came again.“Evelyn.”Her heart stopped.She knew that voice.Not because she remembered it.Because some part of her had always been waiting for it.Alexander stepped in front of her.“Stay behind me.”Evelyn didn’t move.The voice came through the door.“Alexander.”He froze.The firstborn lifted his head.“Dad.”Alexander’s eyes narrowed.The voice laughed softly.“You still protect her.”Alexander’s jaw tightened.“Who are you?”There was a pause.Then:“You already know.”“No.”“You’ve been asking the wrong question.”The door shook.Elena rushed forward.“Don’t open it.”Evelyn looked at her.“Why?”“Because once he comes through, you won’t be able to put him b

“And I’m the Alexander you forgot.”Evelyn stared at the boy.For several seconds, she couldn’t breathe.He looked five years old.Maybe six.Dark hair.Pale skin.The same sharp little nose.The same eyes.Alexander’s eyes.But there was something else about him.Something that made Evelyn’s chest ache.She knew him.Not through memory.Not through logic.She knew him the way she knew the sound of Alexander’s footsteps in the hallway.The way she knew his silence.The way she knew when he was angry even when he said nothing.The little boy was Alexander.Or at least a part of him.The child beside him, the little Evelyn with the red ribbon, smiled.“You remember now.”Evelyn shook her head.“No.”The girl tilted her head.“Why not?”“Because I don’t remember you.”“You did once.”“When?”“Before you forgot.”Alexander stepped beside Evelyn.“Who are you?”The little boy looked at him.“I am you.”Alexander’s expression hardened.“No.”The boy smiled sadly.“That’s what you always say