His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Casper offered her an extra million-wasn't that a given? Eliza wouldn't appreciate it anyway.

In Welton International, Casper sat by the large bay window, his gaze distant and lost, the cigarette in his fingers burning dangerously close to his skin.

Dillon knocked and entered, "Mr. Casper."

Casper finally stubbed out the untouched cigarette. "Is it ready?"

"The divorce agreement is drafted. As you requested, a villa in the southern district, twenty million in cash. Please, have a look." Dillon handed over the divorce papers to Casper. "Additionally, there's the matter of Rose's medical expenses. The hospital bills are nearing a million; this..."

"I'll cover those expenses until she recovers."

Dillon nodded. "Understood."

Eliza received the divorce papers. He hadn't given her much. He hadn't intended to give her much.

"That'll do."

his hand, and Dillon quickly handed him a pen. Casper hesitated for a moment before

collected the papers. "Once Ms. Eliza is discharged, I'll take

give it to her myself." Casper lowered his head and lit another cigarette, but he didn't

and placed it on his desk. "Alright,

his phone, typing a message and then

He had lived so fully the past year solely because of vengeful obsession. He didn't know if it was for Nova or just revenge for

and then erased them, wrote more, and then deleted them,

His fingers

scrolled the screen, opening

the photo's were of him and his grandfather. They were candid shots taken by his secretary at home and in the

had an album locked with a

Eliza. She had on an old wedding dress that many had worn and was smiling happily, and Casper looked unhappy with a stiff expression. He clearly disliked this photo, yet he saved it in his

took. In the photo, a girl wore a cap and a mask. Her ponytail was tied high, and she was smiling, her eyes shaped like crescents as she waved goodbye to him. He could no longer distinguish whether this girl was Nova or someone else. She was like an illusion. A

but

running into Faithe. She grabbed him, cautiously probing, "How's Mr. Casper's mood? I won't be walking into

a divorce, no one's mood would be great." Dillon shook his