My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley casually pulled out a chair and seated himself, crossing his legs. His fingers, slender as they were, tapped on his knee like he was playing a piano.

“Come here,” he beckoned.

Mandy was uncertain about what was happening, but she still approached Bradley. He gently touched her neck and asked, “Does it hurt?” His voice carried a gentleness that matched his affectionate gaze.

Confused by Bradley’s sudden change in demeanor, Mandy replied honestly, “It hurts a little.”

With tenderness in his eyes, Bradley examined the mark he had caused on her neck and said, “You shouldn’t have spoken up for her.”

Mandy fell silent.

“Mandy, you donated your liver to save me. You’re my savior, and I’ll repay and cherish you,” Bradley declared.

His gaze was devoted, but Mandy couldn’t help feeling a chill down her spine. How could Bradley say such unsettling things with such a gentle tone? What did he truly want?

She couldn’t help but wonder if he intended to confine her in a crystal coffin like Esther.

I’ll give you everything

Perplexed, Mandy asked, “Really?”

course,” Bradley

back of it. “I frightened you earlier. I

couldn’t help but glance at Esther in the crystal coffin. She

chin and commanded chillingly, “Mandy,

and softly replied, “Mr. Warner, it’s a bit chilly in

feeling nervous and uneasy while looking at the crystal coffin. It was as if it had been prepared

“Sure,” Bradley agreed.

and pressed a button on the

seemed out of the corner of her eye, which left her incredibly

was she so

at the end of the second-floor corridor

at her woolen sweater