His Destructive, Toxic Love

Casper stayed quiet, his face looking like a storm was brewing.

Caroline's expression turned stern as she pressed on, "You really need to chill out and put your energy into Welton International. We don't need Dad's illegitimate kids circling around like vultures, ready to pounce on this goldmine. And another thing..." Caroline wasn't one to lecture, especially knowing Casper's temper, but some things just couldn't be ignored. "You know how much pain Mom's been through. If you're gonna turn into Dad, just divorce Eliza now. Save her from becoming another woman like Mom."

"It's none of your business," he snapped, loosening his tie in frustration. "Now that you're back, you must keep an eye on Welton International and spend more time with Mom. She needs it." "You've changed."

Casper used to be arrogant and stubborn, sure, but he was always fair. Now, what had he become? A twisted mess.

When did this happen? Was it after he married Eliza? Over these past two years...

Caroline, being a woman, couldn't bear to think about what Eliza had endured.

The rain kept pouring down. A white cloth fluttered in the wind above the dark gates of the Welton family mansion.

Casper sat in the main hall, staring blankly at the rain in the garden, a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there. It wasn't until stars speckled the sky and the night air grew chilly that he finally moved.

Eliza slept deeply that night. She dreamt a long dream.

It was about the day of her art training. That was the first time she saw Casper.

The sun was shining brilliantly, and cicadas buzzed in the swaying willows. He was standing by a nearby railing, talking on the phone. He was tall, and so handsome that it was impossible not to look. Her classmates were all chattering about his good looks.

She glanced over, too. Just then, he looked her way.

She didn't expect their eyes to meet so easily, she felt a jolt and quickly looked away, grateful for the mask hiding her blushing face. It was the first time she felt her heart race for someone.

She painted a portrait of him and mustered the courage to give it to him. He was polite, didn't refuse, and even thanked her.

That Casper was like a refreshing breeze, charming and kind, with a beautiful smile. He was the gentlest person she had ever seen.

"Why did you have to marry me? I don't like you. I can't stand you. Your face makes me sick."

"Eliza, even if we're married, don't think you'll ever get my love. I will never love you."

"I will never let you have my child, not in this lifetime. If you can't take it, just leave. What's with all the crying?"

Eliza jolted awake. She realized she had been living a nightmare. Well, it was not exactly a nightmare because this had been her reality for the past few years.

Casper didn't love her. He despised her, sought revenge on her, and tormented her in twisted ways.

Her life was as bleak as the weather outside.

The rain had calmed to a light drizzle. Hugging her knees on the bed, she zoned out for a while. She hadn't eaten much that day and was starving, though she had no

appetite.

All the lights in the house were off. She walked down to where the

servants usually rested, know net

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"Mrs. Welton, you're awake?" Casper's sudden voice made her jump.

She stopped in her tracks, her hand instinctively reaching for the sideboard.

"Did you manage to kneel for three hours today? Hmm?" His voice turned icy at the end.