His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 167

"Is it my fault that people like me?" Her breath fogged up the car window as she spoke, her lips twisting into a helpless smirk. "Casper, are you just jealous or looking for an excuse to destroy the Martins and ruin me?"

No. How could he be jealous? He just wanted to destroy her.

"Destroy you?" His lips curled slightly, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Eliza, you've destroyed yourself."

His hand tightened around her neck, the pain sharp and unyielding. Tears sprang to her eyes, unbidden.

"You accused me of infidelity out of nowhere. Isn't that destruction?" She struggled fiercely, anger bubbling up. "And what about you and Nova? Your affair is the talk of all Falconridge. Shouldn't I be the one to confront you? Or maybe I should go after every woman in Falconridge who's ever liked you, one by one?"

"That's different."

"How is it different?" Despair flickered in her eyes, cold and cutting. "The difference is, you and Nova actually had an affair, while what you accuse me and Aaron of is just something you made up, a frame-up."

Her face was pressed against the car window, nearly twisted out of shape, her hair in disarray.

Exactly. He had no proof of the affair. He hadn't caught her in the act.

Likewise, did she have any proof? Had she caught him and Nova in the act?

"Do you love him?"

"I don't love anyone."

Once, she had loved Casper deeply.

How had he treated her?

Her family of four was either dead or mad, those alive barely living. That was the price of love. She wouldn't love again, not anyone.

He scoffed, a mocking sound. His beautiful eyes narrowed into a dangerous, mocking curve.

"I remember you once clung to my neck, saying you'd only love me in your lifetime. Am I wrong?"

Even if she didn't love Aaron, what did it matter? Aaron liked Eliza. Casper wouldn't allow his woman to be coveted by another man.

Crushing the cigarette in his hand, he pinned Eliza down, kissing her fiercely, intensely.

Eliza didn't resist, nor did she refuse. This domineering possessiveness was something she had endured more than once.

She didn't want to be left in disarray in the car.

As the kiss deepened, he nibbled the soft flesh behind her ear, asking, "Then could you ever love me again?"

Of course not. Eliza almost blurted her thoughts out.

He didn't love her, so why should she love him? Had he forgotten how he once treated her?

Or did he never take to heart his past cruelty towards her and the Pinottis?