My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley’s unexpected remark took Esther aback. Suddenly, she erupted into scornful laughter dripping with sarcasm. Tears streamed down her face as she gazed at Bradley’s savage expression, which was uncomfortably close.

“Bradley, can a wedding night still be ‘consummated’ like this?” she quipped.

Bradley detected the mockery in Esther’s words. He firmly grasped her jaw and pronounced each word deliberately. “Then, allow me to fulfill the groom’s duties on behalf of Mr. Pendleton!”

The mere thought of Esther marrying Chadwick haunted Bradley. It stirred tumultuous emotions within him.

Bradley would never permit other men to lay hands on the women he had once possessed, even if he eventually discarded them. In the case of defiant women like Esther, he intended to make her face the consequences of “betraying” him through his actions.

“Bradley—”

Esther to finish speaking and forcefully pulled

it had been carefully arranged to seem genuine and

crafted overnight by skilled artisans, was adorned with intricate golden embroidery. Her jewelry was solid gold. Esther’s entire outfit was worth a small fortune, something an average person might

them

understood that the more she fought back, the harsher Bradley’s response would be. She lay in the crystal coffin like

passive reaction, Bradley suddenly sat up in the crystal coffin. “Esther, if you plan I’ll make you watch as I throw your offspring into the

her torn bridal dress and replied

‘Daughters?’ he thought.

Esther thought. He pulled out his phone and called a number. “Hello, it’s me. Toss the two kids

came from, but she snatched the phone and growled into it, “Do

against the crystal coffin’s wall. The coffin was so cold it made her