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.

slow drags. The gray smoke swirled around his features, making him seem even more mysterious and

health and safety, I think you should spend some time at Mercy Hospital," he said, his voice

planning to lock her up in an

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

his gaze deep and complex like the ocean at night, endless and

this for

her own good? Was it

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

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

be her liberation. Instead, it

as she glared at

you get better, I'll get

Stop lying to me." Wiping her tears, Eliza stood up and ran. Tears streamed down her face; she needed to escape. She didn't want

hand stopped her, pulling her back by

you think you're

ends of the earth,