His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"Did you recognize me from the start?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

She should have known. Out of all those beautiful girls, why did he choose her?

His cool fingertips brushed lightly over her red lips. "Is that really so hard to believe?"

"I just wanted to make some extra money," she said, her eyes trembling with fear she couldn't quite name, her fingers shaking uncontrollably.

"Making extra money means selling yourself?" His grip tightened around her wrist, making her face turn purple. "Will you tell your husband how many men you've spent the night with?" "No, I haven't slept with any," she stammered.

No one had been as generous as Casper. And no one had focused solely on her.

She clutched his wrist, her face losing all color. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have left with a client."

"Is that so, Mrs. Welton?" he asked, his voice dripping with skepticism.

She nodded, struggling to breathe. "Yes."

Maybe her desperate explanation softened him a bit because his grip loosened slightly. But did he fully believe her? Not really.

cigarette, taking slow drags. The gray smoke swirled around

mental state is getting worse. For your own health and safety, I think you should spend some time at Mercy

he planning to lock her up in

you can't do this," Eliza's voice trembled with sheer terror. "You drove Robin mad. Do you want to drive me

complex like the ocean

this for your own

her own good? Was

family had either died or gone mad, she thought she still had a sliver of hope. Little did she know, she was the last to be dealt with. All the talk of divorce, of letting her go, was a lie. He had never intended to truly let her go. His goal was to push her step by step into the abyss, letting her struggle in endless

force me to hate you? Why?" she cried, tears

thought that her final act would be her liberation. Instead, it turned out to be

glared at him with red-rimmed

get better, I'll

"Casper, you're so cruel. Stop lying to me." Wiping

hand stopped her, pulling

you think you're

the ends of the