His Destructive, Toxic Love

She closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks and landing on the pillow, where they seemed to burst into the shape of petals.

Casper didn't feel a shred of pity for her tears. Once he came, he withdrew and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Eliza clutched her stomach, cold sweat beading on her forehead from the pain. Ignoring everything else, she hastily dressed and stumbled out. Nova's eyes flared with jealousy, especially when she saw the marks on Eliza's neck, varying in intensity. They drove her mad.

Marian noticed Eliza's pale face and rushed over to support her. "Madam, are you alright?"

"Marian, please help me..." Eliza could barely stand the pain and sank to the ground. "Call me a cab."

"But Mr. Casper..."

Marian was terrified of angering Casper. If he got mad, the entire staff at Welton Manor would be in trouble.

"Marian, if this tramp wants to leave, let her. Keeping her here will only cause more problems," Nova sneered. Marian said. "I'll call a cab for you."

Eliza, still on the ground, pulled a painkiller from her bag and swallowed it dry. Once the pain lessened, she stood and started to walk out.

Nova's voice cut through the air, dripping with sarcasm. "All that effort just to get Casper to sleep with you. How pathetic."

Eliza was in no mood for a fight with Nova. She was about to step forward when Casper came downstairs. "Where are you going?"

He looked refreshed as if nothing sordid had happened in the bedroom.

"Home," she replied.

He came down the stairs, took her hand, and noticed it was red and blistered in places. "I'll take you," he said.

"No need," Eliza snapped, pulling her hand away. "I've already asked Marian to call a taxi."

"I'm not asking for your opinion."

Nova, leaning on a crutch, grabbed his arm. "Casper, you should take Eliza. Her hand looks pretty bad; maybe take her to the hospital. Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

She played the part of an understanding and selfless woman perfectly.

Casper watched her with admiration and gently patted her arm. "Get some rest."

"Mhm. Okay."

By the time Marian had called a taxi to the front of Welton Manor, Casper was already leading Eliza out by the hand.

"Sir, Madam."

"Marian, tell the taxi to go. I'll take her," Casper ordered.

Marian quickly complied. "Yes, Sir."

Once in Casper's car, Eliza didn't ask where they were going. Sometimes, she wished for a car accident. If he died, and so did she, all their debts would be cleared, and they would never meet again in any future life.

"We're visiting my grandfather at the hospital first," he said.

She stared blankly out the window, showing no emotion.

He glanced at her. "Grandfather is being discharged tomorrow. As his granddaughter-in-law, it's your duty to visit."

"Will I not be donating blood?" she retorted, thinking they would drain her completely.

Casper replied coldly, "Not now."

"When then?" she pressed.

His impatience flared. "Do you really want to be drained of your blood?"

"If I don't want to, will you stop it from happening? At least let me know when you plan to take my blood so I can sort out my affairs."

She needed to make arrangements for her mother. She also needed to visit her brother again. After her last visit, she would wait outside Mercy Hospital every Friday, hoping to see him, but she was never allowed in again.

"Casper, after you drain my blood, could you please let Robin go?"