His Destructive, Toxic Love

Much like herself, the driver was just another insignificant person in Casper's eyes, not worthy of any respect.

"Fine, I'll go with you."

"Ma'am, please get in the car." The driver's eyes lit up.

Casper was at home, and so was Nova. Eliza felt like an unwelcome intruder. Standing at the doorway, her gaze was ice-cold as she watched the third wheel make herself at home. "Casper, if your goal was to flaunt your affection for each other, you really didn't need to call me over."

Eliza's face twisted with displeasure. Nova's smug look made her feel physically ill.

Casper stayed silent.

Nova spoke softly, "Eliza, you've misunderstood. I'm going abroad in a few days for leg treatment. Casper said I could stay here for a while. If it bothers you, I can leave."

She looked so pitiful, leaning on her cane, a perfect picture of self-pity.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Casper called out coldly, "Who would dare to ask you to leave?"

"Casper, please. I don't want to cause trouble for Eliza. I'll just go home." Tears filled Nova's eyes as if she were the one hurt.

Eliza was disgusted by the act. "Nova, stop the theatrics. Have some decency. You shouldn't be in a married man's home, trying to take his wife's place. If you really want to replace me, then have Casper divorce me sooner."

Feeling utterly repulsed, Eliza turned to leave. Casper quickly followed, grabbing her wrist and dragging her upstairs. "I need to talk to you."

Casper was rough. Eliza knew this was reserved only for her.

"Let go of me."

As the bedroom door slammed shut, he finally released her. Eliza was displeased. "What do you want to say?"

"Quit your job at the art studio."

It wasn't a suggestion. It was an order. Eliza remained silent, hating his need to control her.

"I need to work."

"Then find something else."

"Do I have other job options? Didn't you tell every company not to hire me? Or do you prefer I don't have a decent job and instead sell my body?"

Eliza's light laughter was filled with mockery. Her eyelashes drooped, eyes misty.

Casper stood high and mighty, posing as someone superior, completely oblivious to Eliza's desperation. She was at her wit's end, willing to do anything to survive.

"You..." Eliza now had a sharp tongue, leaving Casper speechless.

There was a knock on the door.

"Casper, I'm a bit hungry." It was Nova's voice. She always had perfect timing.

Eliza moved toward the door, and just as she was about to touch the doorknob, he pressed her shoulder, pinning her against the door.

He held her hands above her head. His lips, carrying the scent of tobacco, slowly grazed over her plump, rosy lips, whispering in her ear, "Who do you want to sell your body to? Aaron or Zach? It's probably Zach. That way you could be the wife of a bastard of the Welton family, continuing to play around in high society."

"No need for you to worry, Mr. Casper." She tried to kick free, but he pressed her down firmly. His solid chest was against her soft body. She couldn't move an inch.

Knock, knock.

"Casper, are you there? Shall we go out to eat together?"