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?”

he do? He’s just a child. What harm

a child. But could Esther watch their father-son

her allure as if she were a beauty begging to be adored. “Bradley, why do

emotions hidden. His lips pressed into a thin line while his eyes on Esther seemed as if

head helplessly. She genuinely

because he believed she had harmed Thomas. The truth had been revealed, and she was innocent. So why did Bradley still despise

Bradley sneered, resentful that she didn’t comprehend. “You can ponder

of indignation and

you use your daughters to threaten me? Why have you become so detestable and terrifying when