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—”

didn’t wait for Esther to finish speaking and forcefully pulled off her

had always been part of a larger plan, it had been carefully arranged to seem genuine and

solid gold. Esther’s entire outfit was worth a small fortune, something an average person might never earn

garbage, tearing them

would be. She lay in the

in the crystal coffin. “Esther, if

her torn bridal dress and replied fearlessly, “They’re

‘Daughters?’ he thought.

his phone and called a number. “Hello, it’s me. Toss the two kids

courage came from, but she snatched the phone and growled

The coffin was so cold