His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"Would you?" He didn't believe it for a second. Eliza just smiled.

Zach stood up, hands shoved in his pockets. "Think about it. Consider the life you've been living all these years. Now, think about a billion dollars and freedom for you and your son. I believe you'll make the right choice."

Eliza didn't know what the right choice was. But she knew one thing: if she teamed up with Zach, it might just be a win-win. If not, she'd be doomed.

The sky was getting darker, like ink slowly spreading across a scroll.

Eliza stepped into the Welton family home. Casper was quietly sitting on the plush sofa, his eyes glued to the financial report in his hands. His profile was like a work of art, the lines smooth and elegant. His pajamas seemed ordinary, yet they hinted at an indescribable refinement.

He didn't even look up when she walked in, as if she were invisible.

Eliza slipped off her shoes and quietly made her way to the kitchen. The warm and inviting aroma of food filled the air. She skillfully helped the servants bring dish after dish to the table, moving with a natural fluidity.

One of the servants whispered to her, "Mr. Casper's in a bad mood."

Eliza paused and glanced outside but didn't reply. She was used to Casper's coldness and mood swings. Changing him wasn't an option, and she wasn't interested in trying.

the sofa and stood before him. "Mr. Casper, dinner's

soft and respectful. She did not bother

table. Eliza had already served the food, placing it at his spot. She then served herself and sat down quietly, ready to eat. Just as she was about to start,

voice were unmistakable, sending a chill down her spine. She immediately

your place," Casper's

"Of course."

word. He ate a few bites in silence, then put down his utensils and

Then again, he was always like this-quick to

was better.

had clear roles. When he got tired of her, he

mood. After cleaning up, she stayed in the living room for a bit before heading upstairs to

pushed

Casper

beat. She couldn't help but think about what had happened