Caspian's POV
"What the hell is wrong with you, Caspian?" Damian spat, his voice venomous as he glared at me and gritted his teeth, trying to keep his emotions in check.
I knew my decision would trigger him, but I was beyond furious as my mind was consumed by a raging storm. How dare he casually declare that the person I love was dead?
My hands clenched into fists as I struggled to contain my rage. If Damian were standing in front of me that day instead of being on the call, I might have actually strangled him. The very thought sent a shiver down my spine. Damian and Evander had no idea what I had been through— the agony I had endured. Who were they to judge me?
I seethed with hatred for Damian's callous words. Even if it meant ruining our friendship, I was ready to destroy him and even myself. I knew Evander and Damian had enough wealth to keep the company afloat, but that wasn't the point. I wanted to create chaos for Damian, to make him pay for his thoughtless remark.
