His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"Eliza, are you seriously telling me that child wasn't mine? If you had just told me you were pregnant from the start, would I have even touched you? Why didn't you say anything? Or did you never want me to know in the first place?" His eyes darkened as if he was verifying his thoughts step by step.

She suddenly laughed, tears wetting the corners of her eyes, casting a desperate sheen. "That's right, I never intended to tell you. You're not fit to be a father, just like your own father. You're shameless, despicable, the lowest of the low. People like you don't deserve descendants."

"Then who does?" His annoyance flared, his hand clenching around her neck, pinning her to the couch, his stare menacing. "Tell me, who is worthy of being a father to your child?"

Eliza struggled to breathe under his grip. She took deep, labored breaths, her eyes red and glaring at him, but said nothing.

"Damn it." He cursed, releasing her neck and lifting her over his shoulder, heading to the bedroom. Her face was streaked with tears. Her body trembled like a deer that had been cornered.

Something in him softened. "What else can you do besides infuriate me?" He leaned in, his arm propping next to her, attempting to kiss her lips, but she dodged.

world. I'll just have to try harder." A void opened in Eliza's heart. The man standing in the sunlight, with a gentle

slender fingertips, cold to the touch, traced his handsome face, lifting the corners of her mouth into a half-smile, revealing dimples. "Casper,

in her life that year when she was eighteen. Nor should she have given him that portrait. She

are you trying

lightly, her smile enigmatic. Her cold fingertips gently slid over his features, finally resting

heart raced. His throat turned dry. "What's...

From the moment they married, she had tried adapting to him, cooperating with

felt something was off with Eliza but couldn't pinpoint it. He gently caressed her face. "I... have a temper,

yet here we are, entangled. It