His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

He raised his hand high, swinging it toward Eliza's face, but the slap never landed on Eliza's delicate cheek. Instead, it turned into a fist that slammed into the car window. His hand might have been wrecked if it weren't for the privacy film.

"Bang." The glass still cracked.

"Ah..." Eliza clutched her head in fear. She didn't want to provoke him.

Anyone with half a brain would know that she couldn't have done anything in those ten minutes she was inside Zach's studio, but he insisted on assuming the worst.

"Explain yourself," he demanded, his voice hoarse with a hint of madness. "Speak."

Eliza chose silence. She had nothing to say.

He gripped the back of her head, his breath uneven on the tip of her nose. "Is it hard to explain? Are you planning to work with Zach and plot against me? Will you help him become the successor of Welton International? What did he promise you, huh?"

"Nothing."

"I want the truth." His large hand tightened on the back of her neck, causing her pain and making her brows knit together. "Casper, the 'truth' you want is just what you've concocted in your mind, none of which is the truth."

"Then what is the truth?"

Eliza couldn't possibly tell him the truth. "It's irrelevant to you."

isn't interested in sharing her heart with her husband anymore. Maybe she'd

her down beneath him, pressing his lips to hers. She didn't resist, letting him

a response as his hands gripped her slender waist tightly. She

so cramped it made her feel

broad daylight, was hard for anyone passing by not to let their imagination

They could only smoke one

what seemed like forever, the

Casper was very satisfied and reached for

a small ball, her

"Need help with that?"

head, quickly tidying herself up and getting dressed.

me an explanation about you and Zach. What do

down gently. She knew he might not

body

voice was filled

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common sense, but when it came to what Casper wanted to do,

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