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.

give you everything

Perplexed, Mandy asked, “Really?”

course,” Bradley

cold hand and affectionately kissed the back of it. “I frightened you earlier. I apologize; I

but glance at Esther in the crystal coffin.

and

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

uneasy while looking at the crystal

“Sure,” Bradley agreed.

released Mandy’s hand and pressed a button on the remote control. The crystal coffin’s lid

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

so submissive now? It was

end of the second-floor corridor

looked at her woolen sweater and asked, “Mr.