My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Esther tried to please Bradley with her kisses. Bradley’s eyes flashed with mockery. His large hand firmly held her slender waist.

Before Esther could react, Bradley pressed scorching kisses against her lips. His kisses were possessive, as if he were a conqueror taking everything from her—her freedom, her breath, her love, her sweetness.

Bradley relentlessly demanded more. If Esther showed any resistance, he would forcefully pin her down, exerting control like an iron clamp.

After reaching the peak of pleasure, despair followed. Esther watched Bradley step away from her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she curled into a fetal position.

Bradley stood outside the crystal coffin, his eyes filled with burning desire. He poured a glass of water and approached Esther. “Drink.”

trembled upon

her cheeks and made her drink the water. “From now on, you belong to

disheveled, and her eyes had a trace of lingering allure. She coughed and stared at Bradley

heartless as to use his

“Behave, and they will be my children. If you dare resist, they

in agony, crying out like a trapped animal. “You

loved had become heartless. “You’re insane! You’re mentally ill!