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—”

speaking and forcefully pulled off her bridal

of a larger plan, it had been carefully arranged to

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

tearing them away one by one and throwing them

the harsher Bradley’s response would be. She lay in the crystal coffin like a lifeless doll, allowing Bradley to do

Esther’s passive reaction, Bradley suddenly sat up in the crystal coffin. “Esther, if you plan I’ll make you

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

‘Daughters?’ he thought.

out his phone and called a number.

her courage came from, but she snatched the phone and growled into it, “Do not lay a finger on

the crystal coffin’s wall. The coffin was so cold