His Destructive, Toxic Love

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?"

His lips slid down her neck, biting into her delicate shoulder. Eliza winced in pain. He intertwined his fingers with hers, their bodies close, whispers of false affection filling the quiet night.

Yet, 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, Eliza wouldn't have had to endure these 'sexual favors.'

He slept soundly, but Eliza lay awake, staring at the light outside the window On their wedding night, the moon had been just as bright. She had bought the most beautiful nightgown for herself and one for him. She had dreamed of a beautiful future together, even picturing

having two kids-a boy and a girl-to complete their family.

But there was nothing. No wedding night, no tender moments. Her carefully chosen nightgown ended up in the trash. The moonlight shone through, and she sighed silently.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Morning came, and Casper was gone. Nova was downstairs, throwing a fit. Marian and the house 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 ornament in the house is priceless. Many are gifts from the Welton estate. Think before you break anything. Don't blame someone else in the future."

Nova paused, the porcelain vase still

in her grip. She sneered, "Really, you're such a country bumpkin. The Welton family is loaded; what do a few vases matter? Do you think Casper would blame me for them?"

Eliza raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Go ahead then, break whatever you like."

"You..." Nova scoffed, "By the way, tonight Casper is taking me to an important gala. I heard everyone is bringing their wives."

Eliza smirked, "Your presence will surely leave an impression."

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Furious, Nova grabbed a decorative screen and hurled it. Eliza stepped aside lightly, and the screen shattered on the marble floor. Marian watched, her heart sinking. That screen wasn't cheap; it was a cherished gift Aubdrey gave Casper and Eliza at their wedding. Now, it lay in pieces, thanks to Nova. The servants couldn't bear the responsibility for this.

Marian followed closely behind Eliza, leaving the living room with a heavy sigh.