His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

She stared at him, stunned. It felt like he'd slapped her hard across the face.

To him, she had always been nothing more than a toy. It was like that before, it was like that now, and it would always be that way. Their relationship would never change.

She lowered her eyelashes, choosing silence.

His large hand gripped her chin tightly, his eyes flickering with barely contained rage. "What? Did my words make you uncomfortable?"

"You were the one who asked me to set the conditions. Now you act like some virtuous woman. Who are you trying to impress? Are you keeping yourself pure for the old man who's already dead, or for Aaron?"

His mocking words cut into her heart like sharp blades. But Eliza didn't want to argue. She just looked at him calmly, watching him get angry, lose his composure, and mock her with every word.

"Speak up. Why are you silent again?" He tightened his grip on her chin, almost crushing it.

pain, frowning.

with you, to start over, Eliza, but you couldn't care less. Your heart is

silently,

nothing. He was right; she

never cared for his gestures of goodwill. She wanted him to suffer, to die. This burning obsession was

to be strangers passing through

grateful for that, and I'm willing to do a lot for it, but... neither of us deserves to

bitter smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "Then just wait until I'm tired of you, and you can

out his arms, scooped her up, and threw her harshly onto the soft king-sized bed. The air seemed to freeze at that moment, the silence so

a wave of intense