His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Nova's throat tightened as she swallowed hard, her lips pressed together in a silent struggle. She couldn't bring herself to say 'yes' or 'no.' Casper's eyes were cold and unyielding as he approached her slowly. He reached out, gripping her neck and pinning her against the back of the chair. "I'll give you three seconds." His voice was like a whisper from the depths of hell.

"I" Nova's voice caught in her throat, fear flickering in her eyes. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Yeah. That painting wasn't mine."

Her confession was exactly what Casper had suspected. He knew it was a mistake, but who was the real artist?

Nova knew the details too well; she had to know who painted it.

"Who did it?" His eyes bore into hers, suspicion brewing. "Tell me, and maybe I'll spare your neck."

"It was, it was..." Nova gasped for air, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "...Eliza."

Something shattered deep inside him. The pieces fell, piercing the softest parts of his heart, one by one.

Pain surged through him, threatening to drown him.

The first time he had officially met Eliza, her eyes had seemed so familiar. By then, Nova had already found him, and he had naturally mistaken that familiarity for mere similarity. How foolish he had been.

of Mrs. Welton? The Welton family fortune? Or do you just enjoy

tightened, his

as she was about to lose consciousness,

her." He loosened his collar, taking a

at the command, pulling Nova up

went limp.

Casper's feet clinging to his legs, pleading, "I'm sorry, Casper. I had no hidden motives. Like Eliza, I just liked you. Is

smile curled his lips. "Do you mean

take care of you in her place. You can think of me as her. I don't mind." Nova

a useless servant?" Casper kicked her away, waving

do this to

useful.

give you all

my life.