He stalked towards me, slowly, carefully with the pose of a predator about to feast on his prey. "And I ain't Damon's only child... there's one more. Someone who is the heir to the Caligos. Their new leader."

"Would you like to meet him?" His face inched closer to mine.

No. He can't mean that. No... it's not true.

"Aeron? Could you please come in?" He called out.

And the breath got knocked out of my chest and my blood ran cold when Elysian walked in. Their leader. A Caligo himself.

No, no, no. This isn't true. I must be dreaming. It can't be fucking true.

Elysian was there to protect me...he was my bodyguard...my husband. Why would he do this?

He said he loved me.

The shock made my knees buckle and I fell down on the floor and watched as his fists clenched, not a single sign of emotion on his face.

On the other hand, Hector seemed to be enjoying my situation.

"This isn't true." I whispered to myself. "This can't be true."

"Believe me, Farren. It's real, it's very, very real." Hector's spoke, that damn smirk not leaving his face.

But I didn't care about him, my eyes only searched Elysian's and he refused to make eye contact with me.

No, this wasn't my Elysian. This is Aeron. This is someone else, this can't be the man who said he loved me, he can't be the man who made love to me, who took me to his mother, who kissed me with so much passion in the middle of the flowers.

Hector stalked towards me, walking in circles around me. "How naive can you really be to think that he actually loved you? Did you really believe him? My brother has been an excellent liar, he was trained like this."

Lie. It was all a lie. He doesn't love me.

"Didn't I tell you how clingy you are, Farren?" He continued as he crouched down to my level and gripped my chin in between his fingers firmly. "Just because he gave you his attention, tolerated you, kissed you, you fell in love with him."

Searing pain gripped my heart and it became difficult to breath. You know why I am angry? Because I fucking love you! Every second I spend away from you makes my heart fucking burn.

Was that a lie? Why did it feel so real then?

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

Again.

I love you.

Another lie?

Tears dripped down my eyes and my breaths came out in shallow breathing.

I remembered our first time. It was the most beautiful night of my life. Thank you.

Did he use me? Was that night also not real?

More tears fell from my eyes and suddenly it was too difficult to breath. I was going into a panic attack.

"Enough." Elysian or should I say Aeron's cold voice sent chills down my spine and releasing my chin, Hector got up to his feet.

I watched as the two of them left the room, leaving me alone and I curled up into a ball in the corner of the room.

It was all an act. A lie. Nothing was real.

A sob teared through me and I tugged at the strands of my hair. Why? Why did this happen to me? Why did I let my heart fall for him?

He warned me. He fucking warned me. He told me this wouldn't work between us. He had been giving me signs, warnings that I was in for a heartbreak but I was too high on love to notice that.

I was sure that this, this would work eventually. That we can be happy, that this between us was real.

God, I loved him. I really did. Hell, I still love him. And that's the worst part, love's a bitch.

He fucking lied to me about everything. Gradually, the hurt was being replaced by unadulterated anger and betrayal.

Why was I so naive to believe him?

The door opened once again and I didn't even bother to glance up as tears just fell in continuous succession from my eyes.

When the familiar pair of shoes came into my view, more anger flowed through me. He has the audacity to come to me right now.

And then he was crouching down and still I refused to look at him. This isn't my Elysian. This is Aeron and I fucking hate him.

He placed a bottle of water infront of me and was about to get up when I picked up the bottle and threw it across the room making him pause.

It was only then that I looked at him. Our gazes collided and I was taken aback by the coldness in his eyes, the iciness.

He stared back at me, unblinking. I can't believe I used to find comfort in his eyes, I can't believe these same pair of eyes used to gaze at me so lovingly as if I was the most beautiful thing in this world.

Another sob choked me even though I tried my best not to show him how vulnerable he makes me.

And for a second, there was a glimmer of sadness in his eyes, as if my tears somehow cracked through his cold exterior and made their way to his heart.

For a second I believed that he did love me and this, this was an act. That he was just pretending to hate me.

Promise me, Farren. Promise me that you will remember this: no matter what happens, no matter what the future holds, no matter what everyone tells you, I will always love you. Forever and ever.

Didn't he made me promise that? My mouth slightly parted. He knew what was going to happen...is that why he made me promise that?

Does he still love me?

But another look into his eyes and I knew that he didn't. The coldness in them was the prove.

I snifled and wiped away my tears furiously. "Tell me...was any of it true, huh?" I couldn't help but grab his collar of his shirt with both my hands, my fingers trembling. "Was any of it true?" Tears trickled down my eyes and I was almost begging to him. "Did you love me for even a second? Was there a second where what all you said was true? A single thing? A single word?"

His jaw ticked and he stared into my eyes, unfazed, unmoving.

"Tell me!" I shoved him away. "Why?! Did you enjoy it? Are you enjoying seeing me like this? After breaking my heart?! I fucking loved you! I loved you so much..." And then I broke down once again, sobbing so loudly untill I couldn't get a single word out of me.

He got up and walked to where I had thrown the bottle and picking it up, he placed it infront of me, before giving me one last, long look before he left leaving me as I turned into a crying mess.

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I don't know for how long I cried but till now, my tears were all dried up and I laid on the ground lifeless as if all the energy had been drained out of me.

I hope dad finds me and take me out of here. But then I don't think so either Hector or... Elysian will make it out of here alive. Dad won't spare them.

Though I might enjoy seeing Hector die but my heart ached at the prospect of Elysian dying.

I am messed up. He fucking played with my feelings, hurt me so much and yet I am scared of him dying.

Feels like I am still in love with him.

Yeah, no shit Sherlock. My heart replied and I shut my eyes firmly.

Why don't they just kill me already? Why keep me here? Why torture me like this? This hurts more than any physical torture.

Every single moment that we spent together keeps flashing in my mind. The day when he gave me those flowers and ice cream because I was on my periods. And how he cuddled me later that night.

When he introduced me to his mom as his wife, he said that with so much pride.

Our first kiss.

The way he worshipped my body that night.

Every single thing was a fucking lie. And it felt so real. So, so real that I risked my heart on it, went too close to the flame even after he warned me so many times and now, I am burnt.

How can it all be a lie? How?

That day, he took the shot for me. To save me. Was that an act too? Why? Why take the shot for me? Why risk his life?

All this was just a game, a game to fuck up with my life.

And I kept believing each and every thing he told me, each and every lie he told me.

It was all just a fucking game. I meant nothing to him.