His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

She couldn't muster a response. Aaron's gentleness, or lack thereof, was entirely contingent on Casper's mood.

"What do you think about me buying out Martin Hospital? I'll drive the Martin family into a corner and make Aaron a public pariah. Let's see how he finds the mood to romance you then." He was rough, overpowering.

Eliza couldn't help but scream. She wrestled against him but couldn't break free.

"Can't bear to part with him, Mrs. Welton?" He bit her earlobe, his large hand gripping her chin, forcing her to face him. "Feeling sorry for Aaron? Well, tough it out."

He kissed her fiercely, each one more intense than the last. Not until Eliza went limp did he finally, contentedly, pull away.

As the bedroom door shut, she began to cry.

Casper went downstairs. He lit a cigarette, taking a seat in the living room to smoke.

Her lingering scent, a faint hint of lavender, clung to him, refusing to fade.

Marian approached cautiously. "Sir, do you need anything?"

He stubbed out his cigarette. "Got any pasta left?"

"Sir, are you hungry? I can cook some for you."

"I'll do it myself."

rolled up his sleeves and headed

the pots

You can go

was Casper's first time

lifted a finger in the kitchen, struggled even

to make a sunny-side-up egg. After several attempts, he finally managed one. Once the pasta and egg

on the bed, hugging her knees, lost in

bowl. "No cake left, so have

rough. Eliza stared at the bowl, her gaze resting on his large, defined hand. For a long time, she

need to feed you?" he asked,

blew on the pasta, and brought it to

frowned, her cold gaze fixed on the pasta. In the next moment, she

to the floor, the pasta and

her neck, fury in his eyes. "Think you can disrespect

him, her

I've never

know?" she said

laugh her lips t

for your

for, then? Aaron's music