His Destructive, Toxic Love

From the mansion window, Eliza could spot a few shady-looking folks milling about. With her smartphone in hand, she peered out for a bit before heading back to the living room, pulling the curtains closed with a decisive yank.

Once online, she dove into searching for intel on Kaleb and Minna. The Christianson family wielded immense power in Country H-not quite presidential, but pretty darn close. Getting tangled up with such a powerful clan was like stepping into quicksand. Country H's internet was buzzing with gossip about Minna, especially her love life. Rumors flew about her being a lesbian, allegedly having flings with countless female celebrities. Others claimed she swung both ways, with a string of male stars under her wing. Lesbian? Bisexual? Either way, it was clear Minna didn't fit the traditional mold.

Men like Casper, with that magnetic charm, drew in straight women and gay men like a moth to a flame. But for someone like Minna, who had a more intricate taste, the pull wasn't as strong. So, why would she keep Casper under wraps?

Raised as the sole heir in such a family, she definitely wasn't the type to let love cloud her judgment. So, the online chatter about marriage alliances was probably hogwash.

The most plausible theory? Casper had some value to Minna and her family. The Christiansons were a greedy bunch, stopping at nothing to get what they wanted.

Eliza wasn't sure if her theory held water, but she was sure of one thing: the Christiansons planned to squeeze every last drop of usefulness from Casper. And then what? Bump him off?

The thought sent a shiver down her spine. If that were true, Casper knew his worth and was playing along for now. But would the family have the patience for this cat-and-mouse game? What happens when their patience runs dry?

The whole situation was way messier than she'd thought. Eliza sank into deep thought.

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Meanwhile, at the Christianson estate, Minna w was sipping on some high-end coffee, her eyes glued to the surveillance footage on her. phone. Her hand rested on a cushion while three nail techs fussed over her nails.

Next to her, a guy in sunglasses lounged on a beach chair, looking just as laid-back.

Minna glanced at him, "Your family has tracked you down here. Any thoughts?"

"Do my thoughts even matter?" He didn't bother to look her way.

Minna chuckled, "What if I let you go?"

He laughed, as if she'd cracked a joke, "Do you really believe that?"

"Casper, you're smart. You know what I'm after. If you marry me, we could make our business empire even bigger," Minna said, her chin held high, her gaze confident. "Why let love get in the way of making a fortune, right?"

The man turned to her, "I'm a sucker for love."

Minna nearly choked on her coffee. What rubbish about being a romantic fool. She wasn't buying it.

"What's so special about that

woman? Skinny as a rail, even if she's a looker, you'd be bored of her by now, right?" She waved her hand like a queen issuing a command, "Bring them all up."

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Soon, the attendant brought in a lineup of women, their skin practically glowing. Even if their looks were a bit cookie-cutter, they were undeniably stunning.