His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Eliza held Brock's tiny hand as they laughed and chatted, walking out of the preschool together.

Across the street, in a parked car, Aaron extinguished his cigarette, his eyes locked on Eliza and Brock. "So, this is the preschool. She comes here every weekend to pick up and drop off the kid. You know what to do, right? I don't need to spell it out for you." "Does Casper still not know the kid is his?" a woman asked.

"He will," Aaron replied, a sinister smile creeping across his face. "But first, I need to use this kid to get Eliza to trust me again, and then..."

Aaron planned to let Casper know Brock was his only after the child disappeared. That kind of pain...

"And if Casper finds out it was me..." The woman asked.

"Smack."

Without warning, Aaron slapped the woman hard across the face. The slap left her ears ringing, almost as if her eardrums were about to burst.

something so trivial?" Aaron glared at her, his voice filled with impatience and menace. "I'm asking you to

from the slap, clutched her reddened cheek. Her eyes were filled with fear and trembling. She shook her

Faithe onto the boat. She knew it was a bad sign and feared her life was over. She was terrified, her heart as dead as ashes No matter how bitterly she begged, with tears streaming down her face, it was useless. After Faithe was shot dead, her body was carelessly stuffed into a sack and tossed

aimed at her chest missed the vital parts slightly. After she's thrown into the open sea,

on her chest and realized she did not want to experience that despair again. Did she want revenge? She did, but she dared not to try anything. Now, she just

revenge." Aaron laughed maniacally, his laughter sounding like a demon's from hell. Nova looked at his twisted face, shuddering

...

Eliza put

patio door, illuminating the dim kitchen. Eliza instinctively looked up and saw Casper had returned. She put down the utensils, gently wiped her hands with a paper towel, and went out to

make dinner. I'm hungry," his voice was cool

was without a smile, it was calm, gentle, composed, and elegant. "Mr. Casper." She slightly bent down, took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, and respectfully placed them at his feet. Casper glanced