My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley had Esther’s delicate neck in a tight grip as she weakly uttered, “I didn’t.”

Felix was her own flesh and blood. How could she even entertain the thought of using him as leverage against Bradley?

“Esther Quill!” The killing intent in Bradley’s deep gaze surrounded Esther like an invisible trap. “You better not! Otherwise…”

When Bradley applied a bit more pressure, Esther felt her neck might snap. She weakly pounded his arm.

Finally, Bradley released her, his gaze icy, while she looked as though she was drowning in despair. “I haven’t settled the score for what happened to Felix last time.”

As Bradley mentioned Felix’s accident, Esther was reminded of the Primus Mansion underground garage. Although some time had passed, the memories made her heart race. “Bradley, aren’t you afraid Felix will find out how you treat me?”

an indifferent eyebrow. “What can he do? He’s just a child.

a child. But could Esther watch their father-son

her silk nightgown, tilting her face upward. The soft light accentuated her allure as if she were a beauty begging to be

His lips pressed into a thin line while his eyes on Esther seemed

She genuinely didn’t understand why Bradley harbored

truth had been revealed, and she was innocent.

comprehend. “You can ponder

mix of indignation and fierceness in her eyes. “Bradley, I

do you hate me? Why, as a father, can you use your daughters to threaten me? Why have you become so detestable and terrifying when you used to