His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Casper was a tyrant in bed, never giving a damn about Eliza's feelings. She loathed the loveless sex they shared.

"Isn't it awkward doing this with our eyes wide open?" she asked icily, glaring at him.

Her words instantly ticked him off. Pinning her down, he flipped her over, pressing his full weight against her back. Eliza hated this position and struggled a bit.

"Hold still," he snarled, his hot breath against her ear. "Mrs. Welton, haven't you figured out how to please your husband yet? Maybe you need a little lesson, hmm?"

In this setting, his words dripped with a twisted kind of intimacy. She felt a mix of discomfort and fear.

"Casper, please... don't," she pleaded.

Grabbing her chin, he forced her to face him, kissing her hard while his hand gripped her waist. "Isn't this part of normal married life?"

delicate shoulder. Eliza winced in pain. He intertwined his fingers with hers, their bodies close, whispers of false

this supposed intimacy did nothing to change their relationship. He didn't love her; it was all about physical need. His emotional needs were never about her. If Nova hadn't been unwell,

On their wedding night, the moon had been just as bright. She had bought

and

moments. Her carefully chosen nightgown ended up in

staff didn't dare breathe loudly, letting her vent. Once Nova was tired of yelling, she started breaking things. Standing on the stairs, Eliza frowned, "Nova, every

paused, the

The Welton family is loaded; what do a few vases matter?

raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Go ahead then,

way, tonight Casper is taking me to an important gala. I heard everyone is bringing