My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

The various classical instruments filled the air with melodies, transporting every guest to the Renaissance’s golden era.

Faces beamed with rare joy. Even though the guests had attended numerous weddings, this one was exceptional, teeming with excitement. The union of the Quill and Pendleton families promised to be the wedding of the century.

Mandy slowly edged closer to the lively venue, the rhythmic drums and percussion growing more intense. An unexplained sense of apprehension crept over her.

She remained clueless about Esther’s whereabouts and when Jasper and his party would strike against the Pendletons. However, she knew that her days under the Pendletons’ control were over.

“Wait for a moment. The ceremony up ahead isn’t done yet,” the wedding planner whispered to the maid of honor as she approached her. “Proceed when you hear the trumpets.”

“Got it,” the maid of honor replied.

Mandy and Esther wore nearly identical traditional wedding attire. Even after swapping veils, their own maid of honor couldn’t tell one from the other.

bewildered. The bride

venue

left them unaware that Mandy, at the end of the red carpet, was waiting for the right moment to walk down

–

a small island

wine glass, approached the crystal coffin, and gently tapped the lid, the

glimpsed a distorted figure through

I not at my own wedding?

top. In panic, she pounded her fists against the casket’s walls,

to act against the Pendletons.