Todos os capítulos de FOREVER CELESTE: From wife to aunt.: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The darkness lasted three seconds.Then the emergency lights came on.Celeste stood completely still.She could hear everyone breathing.Her mother's frightened whisper.Marcus shifting his weight.Arthur raising his weapon.Lucien moving closer to her.And beneath all of it—a sound.A faint mechanical pulse.Beep.A pause.Beep.Celeste looked at the monitor.The screen had changed.The percentage was gone.So was the warning.Instead, one sentence appeared.EVE HAS ADAPTED.McFarland stared at it.“No.”Celeste looked at him.“What?”He stepped closer.“This isn't supposed to happen.”Richard's expression had changed completely.“What did she do?”McFarland shook his head.“She broke the feedback loop.”Richard stared at Celeste.“How?”“She stopped resisting.”Celeste frowned.“But you said fighting it made it stronger.”“Yes.”“And when I stopped fighting?”McFarland looked at the screen.“It had nothing left to feed on.”Richard's eyes narrowed.“So why did it adapt?”McFarland

Celeste couldn't move.The little girl stared at her through the glass.Eight years old.Dark hair.The same eyes.The same delicate features.And around her wrist,the silver pendant Celeste had seen in her mother's photographs.The girl's lips parted.“Are you my mother?”The question broke something inside Celeste.She looked at Elena.Her mother was crying.“No,” Elena whispered.Miriam smiled.“Not biologically.”Lucien stepped between Celeste and the glass.“What did you create?”Miriam didn't look at him.“She wasn't created from nothing.”Her gaze returned to Celeste.“She was created from you.”Celeste's voice was barely audible.“My DNA?”“Your original Eve sample.”McFarland rushed toward the chamber.“No.”Miriam turned.“Professor McFarland.”He stared at the data panel.“That's impossible.”“Is it?”McFarland read the genetic sequence.His face went pale.“This sequence…”He looked at Celeste.“It is hers.”Celeste stepped closer.The girl placed her palm against the glas

For the first time since entering the underground facility, nobody moved.Lily remained in Celeste's arms.Her small fingers were curled tightly around Celeste's blouse as though she feared that if she let go, the laboratory would swallow her again.Celeste held her tighter.“You're safe.”Lily looked up.“Are you sure?”Celeste glanced around the room.At the machines.The cables.The glass chambers.The monitors still displaying the words PROJECT EVE.Then she looked back at Lily.“Yes.”Her voice was firm.“I'm sure.”Behind them, something clicked.Everyone turned.Richard was standing beside the central console.His hand rested on the emergency override.Lucien's expression immediately changed.“Don't.”Richard smiled.“You really still think this is about the machine.”Lucien stepped forward.“What are you talking about?”Richard pressed a button.The entire facility shook.Lily screamed.Celeste immediately covered her ears.“It's all right.”Another tremor.Dust fell from the

The OriginalNobody moved.Celeste stared through the glass.The woman stared back.Same face.Same eyes.Same scar.Even the slight tilt of her head was familiar.Too familiar.Lily clung to Celeste.Lucien stood between them and the glass.“Don't believe her.”The woman smiled.“Still protecting her, Lucien?”His expression hardened.“Who are you?”“I already told you.”She stepped closer to the glass.“I am the original.”Celeste shook her head.“No.”The woman smiled.“That's what they told you.”“No.”Celeste's voice became firmer.“I know who I am.”The woman tilted her head.“Do you?”A monitor beside the chamber flickered on.A sequence appeared.GENETIC MATCH: 99.9997%Celeste stared.McFarland stepped forward.“That doesn't prove she's the original.”The woman laughed softly.“Of course it doesn't.”She looked directly at Celeste.“But it proves something much more interesting.”A second sequence appeared.CELLULAR AGE: 26 YEARSCeleste's breath caught.The woman's body appe

The photograph trembled between Celeste's fingers.She looked at it again.Then again.The woman standing beside Elias looked exactly like her.Not similar.Not resembling her.Exactly.The same dark eyes.The same narrow nose.The same faint scar beneath the left eyebrow.The same expression Celeste saw every morning in the mirror.But the date remained impossible.1968.Celeste looked at Eva.“You said you saw her.”Eva nodded slowly.“I was a child.”“You were born in—”“1959.”Celeste stopped.Eva continued.“I was nine when that photograph was taken.”Celeste stared.“So you were there.”“Yes.”“Who was she?”Eva looked at the photograph.“I don't know her name.”“Then how do you know she was the reason your experiment began?”Eva's eyes darkened.“Because I heard them talking about her.”“Who?”“Elias.”Richard.Daniel Voss.And another man whose face I never saw.”Celeste looked at Lucien.“Another man?”Lucien was studying the photograph.“Yes.”Eva nodded.“They called her Su