His Destructive, Toxic Love

The USB drive slid into the computer slot. Mikey's familiar face filled the screen.

"Casper, why did you report me? I'm your father-in-law. How could you do this to me? Aren't you afraid of hurting Eliza? She loves you so much. How can you treat her father like this? You're really heartless."

In the video, several men were holding Mikey down, beating him with fists and kicks. He knelt there, begging Casper to spare him. He looked pathetic, pitiful, helpless-it made her heart break into pieces. Unable to watch any longer, Eliza angrily shut the laptop and stormed out.

...

The doorbell rang. Fresh from a shower, Casper wrapped himself in a towel and went to answer.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Three consecutive slaps landed on Casper's face with all her might. As she went for the fourth, he quickly caught her wrist, furrowing his brows in anger, "Have you lost your mind?"

"Casper, you're a monster. Where have you hidden my dad?" Eliza's eyes were bloodshot, her voice trembling. "Tell me, where have you hidden my dad?"

"Your dad?" He pushed her away, toweling off his hair as he walked in. "How would I know your dad?"

"Casper, let's stop pretending. You recognized me a long time ago, didn't you?"

He chuckled lightly, collapsing into the plush sofa. "Ah, so you admit it? You admit you're my deceased wife?"

"Where have you really hidden my dad?" She didn't know where the courage and strength came from as she gripped Casper's robe tightly, pressing him. "Why would you do this? Not only did you report him and get him jailed, but you also tortured him for five years." Her eyes blazed with fury. It felt like the anger had reached the tip of her throat. He casually held her wrist, letting go with a low voice. "Who told you I hid your dad? Your dear Aaron?"

"Does it matter who told me?"

"It seems you trust your dear Aaron unconditionally." He picked up the freshly brewed coffee, blowing on it gently. "How far have you and the man playing daddy gotten?" "Casper, stop beating around the bush. Where is my dad? I want to see him." Her eyes were fiercely red.

He took a sip of his coffee, looking up at her. "Want to see your dad? Be a little nicer."

"Ha." Eliza scoffed, "Are you using my dad to threaten me now?"

"If you call it a threat, then it's a threat," he said, staring into her eyes, seemingly provoking her on purpose. "After all, you believe that I am not a good person." "You're a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Her voice was tinged with anger, ready to tear Casper apart in the next second. Casper put down his coffee cup, dropped the jest, and said coldly and calmly, "Your dad is fine. It's just that it's not suitable for you to see him now."

"Why? Why can't I see him now?" She screamed, her eyes brimming with tears. He stood up, walking toward her, eyes downcast. "The timing isn't right."

"When is the timing ever right? When we're dead? You've driven our family to death or madness. What more do you want?" Her fingertips trembled as she clutched his robe, her voice quivering. "What will it take for you to leave us alone..."

He grabbed her hand, warming the coldness of her fingers in his. "Some things aren't as simple as you think. Some people aren't as innocent as you believe. Do you understand?"

"I don't understand. I only know you

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comes down to it, I'd rather fight you to death. If need be, one life for another." She glared at him as if ready to tear him to pieces.