His Destructive, Toxic Love

"Ah, if you keep talking like that, I might just blush," Nova's voice, sweet and a bit over-the-top, filled the room. "Whether I become the CEO's wife or not is all up to you, Faithe. Can you put in a good word for me?"

"You're giving me too much credit," Faithe said. "You know better than anyone how Mr. Casper feels about you. I've heard you were his first love?"

Nova giggled, covering her mouth. "How would I know? He never mentioned it to me."

"Ms. Nova, no need to be so modest."

The two were deep in conversation when Eliza walked up, her face stern. "Faithe, Molly sent me to get last year's design drafts for the company's logo. Can you find them for me?"

Faithe looked a bit embarrassed at first but quickly composed herself. "Sure, just a moment." She turned and headed to the file room.

Nova crossed her arms and gave Eliza a smirk. "Sorry if you feel left out, but I can't help it. Casper really does treat me differently. I am his first love and all that."

"Nova, you don't need to make a show in front of me. I've been over Casper for a long time. Even if you did it right in front of me, it wouldn't affect me."

Nova was taken aback by Eliza's response. Wasn't she the one who had cried and insisted on marrying him?

"You don't love him anymore?"

"Nope."

Just as she finished speaking, Nova noticed the man standing behind Eliza, his face dark with anger. "Casper, when did you get here?"

Casper? Eliza's heart tightened. She wasn't sure if he had overheard her conversation with Nova.

"Eliza, come with me," he said in a low, commanding voice.

Eliza didn't move.

Casper entered the room, giving her another stern look. "Come in."

Nova knew Casper wasn't one for a gentle temper. She wanted to secure Casper for herself, partly because she genuinely liked him and partly for the prestige of being Mrs. Welton.

For a girl who had grown up in an average family, marrying into high society and becoming one of the elite was a dream come true. Even if she ended up with a limp and cane, she could stand tall in

Fatconridge society with Casper's

love.

"Eliza, I really don't get it. Casper treats you so poorly. Why don't you just divorce him?"Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Eliza glanced at Nova with disdain. "Divorce him so you can swoop in? If you're all that, get him to marry you."

"You..."

Eliza pushed open the door to the CEO's office and walked in. Casper stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, backlit, his tall and straight figure accentuated by a perfectly tailored suit, exuding authority beyond reproach.

He was a picture of unmatched perfection, more composed, reserved, and intense than when she first met him six years ago.

"Mr. Casper, did you need something?" she asked, her lashes lowered, avoiding eye contact.

Casper, recalling her earlier words, felt a surge of anger. His gaze was intense and oppressive. "Repeat what you just said to Nova."

"If you already heard them, why must I repeat them?"

She refused to repeat those meaningless words and disdainfully turned her face away.

That look deeply wounded Casper's complex heart. It was as if even glancing at him was distasteful for Eliza. He suppressed his anger, stepped closer, and grabbed her

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me,

understand?"

"I wouldn't dare," she said, her cold gaze forced to meet his.