I don't know how, but when I examine the surrounding with my weary eyes I find myself seated at the same place where Richard and Sophia were sitting a while ago. It's been 3 hours since they left, but I can still feel their mortifying presence lingering around me.

I don't think I could be able to sleep now with all the violent thoughts engulfing my mind into a torturing storm. I don't know if I could even manage to carry my body back to my room in this mental state. I feel utterly sick to my stomach when I repeat the discussion that took place hours ago exactly here.

Even after my mind not allowing me to entertain the thought of getting any sleep, my eyes unknowingly fall upon the clock and discover it being past midnight already. So without even realizing it, my eyes drop, signaling my body that it's time for me to have some rest. I lean back on the couch, feeling completely exhausted. Shit! I feel like it's going to be a long night for me.

I close my eyes and Richard's deep terrorizing voice echoes in the back of my subconscious mind as I think about the conversation that we had. Why does this always happen to me? Just when I thought I could trust Christopher and live a peaceful life, I had to discover something ugly about his past, which is as horrifying as knowing the fact that he killed his own brother. I don't know how to react to this new piece of revelation that I have learned about Christopher. It's just terrifying to think that Christopher could do something like this.

I know I shouldn't be disturbed by knowing this because I am already aware of Christopher's background and also the fact that he himself admitted it to me that he had killed people before in his life. But the thing that is really shocking and indigestible to me is finding the strange truth that he killed his brother. It is a kind of information that is absolutely horrifying to know. I mean, I don't know how to think about it?

I remember Richard saying that Christopher killed his brother 2 years ago, which means it would have been after his accident because Christopher told that his car fell off the cliff 3 years ago when he was in Spain. So it is something that he would have still remembered because it wasn't before his memory loss, yet he kept it from me on purpose. He freaking lied to me! I can't believe this? Why would he do that?

A tear rolls down my cheek as I struggle to find my answers, that's when I hear the front door being opened. I wipe my damp cheeks and straighten up, alerting my senses. I know it's Christopher. I can feel his presence in the room behind me, but I still don't make an attempt to turn around to look at him.

My breathing falters when I hear his footsteps approaching me. I close my eyes, trying to calm my nerves. I don't want to have this conversation with him right now because I know how dreadful the consequences of it can be, and I am definitely not ready to face it. But I also know that there isn't any other way to find answers to the tormenting questions ringing in my mind.

"You are still awake, Cole? I thought you would be asleep by now." Christopher stands in front of me as he asks. I sigh and open my eyes, but I don't lift my gaze to look at him.

"Nicole?" He calls my name this time, but I ignore him, fixing my eyes on his shiny black shoes.

"Nicole, are you okay?" His concerned voice vibrates in my head and I shift back, slowly raising my eyes to peek at him. For a moment I feel my heart being deceived by the tenderness in his soft grey eyes. The innocence with which he is looking at me right now makes me want to forget everything and go hug him tightly. But I can't. I can't do that until I get to know the entire truth about his past life.

I shake my head, shutting my eyes, mentally reminding myself to not fall for that good-looking face. He is a fucking liar, Nicole! Don't go on his face. He is just trying to fool you.

An immensely cold silence wraps around us as I say nothing in response.

"Don't do that...Don't fucking act as you care about me.." I snap my blood-shot eyes at him after a minute and say.

"What?" His eyes expand widely in surprise as he asks. I don't know if he is really clueless, or he is just trying to act in front of me again.

"Don't fucking pretend to be someone who you are not Christopher." I spit bitterly. My eyes waver over his face as I notice the strikes of his dark brown hair falling over his flawless face. Even after knowing that I am mad at him, I still can't refrain myself from admiring his beautiful face. Fuck! Why am I like this? I don't know why, but there is something heavenly appealing about Christopher being in a suit. I always find my knees going terribly weak whenever I see his perfectly toned body displaced before me in a well-fitted suit. What the fuck, Nicole? It's not the time to get your mind sidetracked on that freaking hormonal path.

"Nicole?" Worry ties upon his voice with fine creases appearing over his forehead.

"You are not the person that I thought you were..." I snarl, trying to gather my focus back on the matter.

"What? I don't know what..." He stares at me in distress as I cut him off before he could finish what he is saying.

"You are not the person that I trusted. You are not, Christopher!?? You are nothing but a liar. A fucking liar!!" I stand to face him. My fingers desperately crave to feel his skin being this close to him, but instead of leading them towards his face, I control myself and force them to curl into fists.

"Every single thing was a lie..." I sigh and clench my jaw, trying to suppress my booming anger. "I can't believe this, why would you do that?"

"What the hell, Nicole? I don't know what you are talking about?"

"You are a liar, Christopher. I thought I believed you. I trusted you, but..." My vision again blurs as I look into his eyes. "I thought you liked me. You cared about me, but no..it was all a lie."

My face crumples in pain, and I shake my head, trying to hide it from him. "You broke my trust, Christopher," I tell him, letting out a tortured breath.

"What the fuck, Nicole? I don't understand.." He pauses for a moment, shaking his head. "Everything was fine when I left in the morning. Then what happened now?" He rakes his fingers through his hair in frustration as he directs towards me. It appears to me as if he surely doesn't know what is happening here.

"You broke my trust, Christopher," I whisper, looking away from him.

"What did I do? What the fuck happened in the last 12 hours, which made you lose your trust like that in me? Please, Nicole, tell me... I don't know what is going on? Please tell me." His voice breaks out in exasperation as he pinches the bridge of his nose, looking utterly frustrated.

Taking a heavy breath, I look back at him. "You said you never loved Sophia..." He nods, directing his curious gaze at me. "Then why would you plan to marry a woman with whom you have never been in love?"

"What?" He squeaks, suddenly looking baffled. "What are you talking about, Nicole? Why would you think that I'll marry Sophia?"

"Stop it! Why are you still acting Christopher? I know everything. You can't keep lying to me every time." I cross my arms over my chest and ask him. "How far are you going to lead me with your lies?"

"I seriously don't know where this came to you from, but trust me, Nicole. I have nothing to do with Sophia." His desperate eyes peer at me, trying to convince me, but I shift my eyes, diverting my vision to look away. "I've never loved her and I would never love her."

He moves closer to me and then I feel his fingers caressing my cheek. "I would never do something which would hurt you. Trust me..."

His thumb brushes against my chin, and I sink into his touch, closing my eyes. But then all of a sudden I snap my eyes open as if I have been shaken out of some kind of a trance.

I instantly yank Christopher's hand away from my face, making him jolt back in shock. "Another lie.."

"Everything about you is a lie. Every fucking thing! I don't know how to believe you anymore, Christopher?" I yell, moving away from me. "I don't even know if what you told me about your accident is true or not? Maybe you are just using that story to make me sympathize with you."

"No...Nicole. Don't say that." He gives me a pained look.

"Isn't it true that you were going to get engaged with Sophia?" I quirk my eyebrow at him questioningly. I know Richard has said nothing about Christopher's engagement to Sophia, but I am trying all my ways to get answers out of his mouth by laying the bait. And it is pretty much obvious that if they are planning to get married, then they would be preparing to get engaged too.

"Yes, it was true that Richard wanted us to get engaged. But it was at the time when we were together..." Christopher blurts immediately. "When I didn't know that she was cheating on me." His words evoke a throbbing pain in my chest as I try to grasp the fact that they were indeed going to get married. I open my mouth to utter something but I end up taking a sharp intake of breath.

Then suddenly Christopher frowns, looking at me. It seems like he is trying to put two and two together in his head as he asks me. "Wait?! It's something which was only known to me, Richard, and Sophia. Then how do you know about it?"

His eyes search my face suspiciously. "Was Sophia here?" He says with his gaze now scanning through the room.

No... this is not good. I couldn't let Christopher know about Richard and Sophia being here. I know things could get really ugly between them if Christopher gets to discover about it. So before he could reach any conclusion, I clear my throat, appearing a little ruffled. "That's not the point, Christopher. The point is, you freaking lied to me and I don't know how to trust you anymore..."

"How am I supposed to believe you now?" I shout at him, getting his attention back on me. "You are a freaking liar."

Christopher forgets what he was talking about as he tries to defend himself. "Please, Nicole.. don't say that. Let me explain to you." His grey eyes soften as he urges me.

But before he can say anything, I raise my hand indicating him to stop. That's it! I can't take this shit anymore. I am so going to make him speak the truth now. Enough of his fucking lies. My intense gaze focuses on him as I launch my next question to him. "You said you never had a family. No parents, no siblings?" I furrow my eyebrows as I move forward, challenging him. "That you were an orphan."

"Yes.." His face covers with a puzzled expression as he replies.

"Again a fucking lie!!" I yell, screaming almost my lungs out. I don't know why the hell he is doing this. Hot anger paints my face and my eyes begin to well up with furious tears. "Stop it, Christopher!??"

"I am not lying.." He stays with his words stubbornly, heightening my annoyance level.

"You know what? Enough of it. I am gonna ask you fucking straight. What happened to your brother?" The moment he hears that coming from my mouth, his face turns pale. The softness of his calm grey eyes changes within a blink of a second, transposing it into icy cold ones. A shadow of eclipse conceals his face, making his sharp features emotionless. His stature alternates to a rigid form as he stares at me with a darkening demeanor taking over him.

I step back, slightly perturbed by the sudden change in his behavior. "Where is he?" I ask him, sticking to my question but a bit hesitant this time.

There doesn't seem any change in his bearing as he keeps his stony gaze hooked on me. "What happened to him, Christopher? Tell me?"

"Answer me, Christopher?" I cry, losing the last ounce of patience left in me.

After failing all my attempts to get words through his mouth, I jump directly to the most crucial question. "Isn't it true that you have a brother? Oliver Harris?"

"What happened to him, Christopher? Fucking answer me?" I demand him angrily. But nothing appears to be working as Christopher chooses to keep quiet instead of answering my question. What the fuck! Why is he doing this?

I huff with my fingers reaching into my hair, almost aiming to pull the roots in frustration. I sigh and then hit him straight with the cruelest question. "You killed him? Right?" I know I am sounding like a mean bitch here, but I don't know how else to make Christopher talk. It feels like I am going to drive myself fucking crazy if I wouldn't get answers from him.

As per my expectation, that question triggers something in him. He clenches his jaw and hisses, freezing his intense eyes over my face. "Who told you this?"

"Is it Richard?" He demands instantly with a roaring tone before I can reply.

"It doesn't matter who told me or how did I get to know about it..." My face seems to be a little perplexed as I tell him, shifting my eyes to the other side. "Answer my damn question first!!?"

He ignores my words, surveying my face with his stormy gaze. I frown when I don't get a proper reaction from him. What is he thinking about?

"I am going to so fucking kill him!" Curling his fists into balls, he yells after a moment and begins to make his way furiously towards the door, not giving me the time to register his action.

Before he can reach the door, I step in front of him quickly, blocking his way. "Stop it! You are not going anywhere until you answer all my questions." I tap my foot, announcing my restriction. I don't want him to confront Richard on this issue right now. Because it could be fucking risky. I know I am upset with Christopher for lying to me, but that doesn't mean I would allow him to fucking risk his life. I still care about him, and I could never want anything bad to happen to him.

"Nicole, get out of my way. I know it's Richard who filled your head with all this shit, I need to talk to him." He growls. "How could I be such a fool? I should have known this before that he would do something like this."

"No, you are not going anywhere.." I shake my head, completely disapproving of his statement.

"Nicole, try to fucking understand..." He lets out a harsh breath. "Let me go." He says pushing past me.

His hand reaches for the doorknob, but he stops halfway when he hears me scream behind him. "If you leave now, Christopher, I swear you wouldn't see my face ever.."

His body freezes in that position for a minute after listening to my final ultimatum. He then slowly turns towards me, looking at me with his dread-filled eyes. "What kind of shit is this Nicole?" He questions, frowning at me.

I know there isn't any other way to let him stay here. So I take a deep breath and declare. "The choice is yours, Christopher. Either you stay here and answer my questions or break things between us."

"Are you serious?" He asks with his face displaying a mixture of turbulent emotions. His eyebrows knit together, forming a distressing glimpse on his face. A thick knot force to form in my throat when I realize what I said. Why is this happening? I look away, not being able to witness the raw hurt swimming in his eyes.

After getting silence in response from me, he looks down, letting out a humorless chuckle. A sharp tinge of pain appears highly evident in that laugh. "I don't know what do you want me to say?"

I suck in a breath and look at him, trying to control the tears that are threatening to brim out of my eyes. "I just want to hear the truth from you?"

"Trust me, Nicole." He sighs in defeat. "This isn't a game. I didn't lie to hide things from you." His tired eyes silently beg me to believe. "I am not trying to play with your feelings."

"Then tell me why did you lie? Why are you not telling me about your brother?"

"I just cannot.." His strained voice reaches my ears in whispers as he admits.

"Why the fuck not? Tell me, please... Your silence is killing me, Christopher?" A loud sob escapes my mouth along with the words as I ask him.

He gapes at me with his apologetic eyes as he says. "I can just tell you one thing that I would never intend to hurt you.."

What the hell? Can't he understand that he has already hurt me by lying to me about his family? "Every freaking word coming out of your mouth is a lie." My nose flares with anger as I march towards him.

"You have been hiding every fucking thing from me. What else are you hiding, Christopher...huh?" I spat harshly, but he looks down avoiding my gaze. "How could you lie about your family? They are your people, Christopher. Why would you do that to them?"

My shoulders sag and I close my eyes, being utterly exhausted by this conversation. I feel like a fool having this pointless argument with him where I am not being able to get a fruitful outcome in return because Christopher is fucking not answering any of my questions. Then something suddenly ticks to me. I instantly search through my pocket for it. "Who is this girl in the picture? Who is she? Tell me, Christopher? Fucking answer me?" I shove the picture which I found a few days ago, onto his face and ask.

Christopher moves a bit and looks at the picture. His eyes turn red as his ragged vision sprint over the photo. He suddenly shouts, looking extremely infuriated. "What the fuck? How did you get this?"

I stumble back and look at him. "That's not the answer to my question.."

"Fucking shut up!!!" The veins on his head pop out as he screams, descending his wrath on me. I gasp and step back, looking at his all-new fuming figure. My lips move slightly to form a sentence, but they end up quivering under his destroying gaze. I cover in fear, shifting back with each slow step he is taking towards me. I keep moving back until I am startled by hitting my back on the cold wall behind me. Shiver pricks through my skin, realizing that I have no place to hide. What am I supposed to do now? The Christopher proceeding towards me at this moment seems to be completely different from the one with whom I was talking minutes ago. What is it with that picture that provoked him in such an insane way?

"Where did you get this from?" His animalistic orbs focus on me as he cages me between his body and the wall.

"It...it... just fell from your......cupboard when I was searching for a shirt." I stutter, looking at him.

"Who gave you the fucking right to go through my things?" He snarls as he grabs my hand and snatches the picture out from it. His hot breath fans over my face, causing me to shudder under his threatening posture.

He brings his face in front of mine, making me bite my lip in apprehension. "Don't fucking dare to touch my things ever, you get that?" He seethes and I nod, closing my eyes, trying to hide my tears.

After a moment, I feel his presence retreating from me. My heart beats frantically against my chest as I open my eyes slowly to find him standing away from me, still carrying the bristling look on his face. "You want answers, right?" His eyes burning through me. "Then hear it. Yes, I lied to you. I didn't tell you about my brother." I gather the courage to look at him as he continues.