His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"Why'd you need to meet?" His eyes were deep and intense, never leaving her face.

Nova swallowed hard, her heart pounding. "It's just... When Rose was declared brain dead, he came to me, wanting to use her organs. We talked about the price."

Casper's gaze tightened slightly. "And then?"

"Then... I didn't agree." Suddenly, Nova dropped to her knees in front of Casper, clutching his legs as she started to sob. "Casper, Rose was my mom. Even though she was brain dead, I couldn't believe she was truly gone. How could I use her organs? Besides, you have the means to find a suitable donor for me. I didn't need to do that, right?"

He looked down at her, silently gazing into her tear-stained eyes. Her explanation seemed full of sincerity, every word fitting together logically and flawlessly. But why couldn't he trust her completely? "Nova," he began slowly, his voice deep and serious, "I hope you remember not to deceive me. You know the consequences of lying to me are something you can't handle."

Nova nodded lightly, pressing her face against his knee as if seeking some comfort and protection. Her tearful eyes were filled with endless sorrow and earnestness. "Casper, you know," she choked out, "I could lie to anyone, but never to you. Because you're the last person I would want to hurt in this world."

Something in his heart stirred, but it was quickly swallowed by a mix of complex emotions.

"Why did you send that message, leading Eliza and Aaron to the hotel for the paparazzi to catch them?" He lifted her chin, his gaze searching. "What was your purpose? Tell me." Nova's eyes trembled slightly. Casper had found out the truth so quickly?

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