His Destructive, Toxic Love

"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.

Once everything was ready, she walked over to the sofa and stood before him. "Mr. Casper, dinner's ready. Please, let's eat."

Her voice was soft and respectful. She did not bother being rude to him.

Casper didn't object to her formality. He stood up and made his way to the dining 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, a cold voice shattered the silence. "Who said you could sit?"

The anger and displeasure in his voice were unmistakable, sending a chill down her spine. She immediately stood up. "I'm sorry."

"Remember your place," Casper's tone was icy.

"Of course."

He didn't say another word. He ate a few bites in silence, then put down his utensils and went upstairs.

Eliza hadn't expected such a big reaction. Then again, he was always like this-quick to anger and take it out on others. It fit his usual pattern.

In a way, this was better. He was the

master, and she was the servant They had clear roles. When he got tired of her, he could just send her away. Maybe that day would come sooner than she thought.

The thought surprisingly lightened her mood. After cleaning up, she stayed in the living room for a bit before heading upstairs to prepare for a bath and some rest.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

She gently pushed open the

bedroom door Casper looked up at

her, his gaze cold, making her heart skip a beat. She couldn't help but think about what had happened at

of

the company. She felt a pang guilt, it wasn't the first time she'd kicked him there. Maybe this time she'd kicked too hard, causing irreparable damage, and now he looked like he wanted to kill her.

"Um..." she started, trying to explain, her eyes showing a hint of unease. "I didn't mean to... I mean, if you need an apology, I can give one."

He looked at her coldly, a disdainful smile curling his lips. "I was too kind to you."

"You shouldn't force me," she said softly but firmly.

"Eliza, who do you think you are? You think I need your consent to sleep with you?" he scoffed, walking up to her and cornering her against the wall. "When I treat you like a I crystal glass, you're precious. When I don't, you're just like a piece of broken glass to me."