My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley endured excruciating heartache as he slowly ascended from the desolate basement to the living room.

The moment Mandy heard Bradley’s footsteps, she leaped up, her face filled with joy. “Bradley!”

Bradley briefly glanced at the servant and instructed, “Bring food to the basement.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mandy offered, “Bradley, how about I take the food to Ms. Quill?”

Amusement flickered in Bradley’s eyes as he considered Mandy’s request. She nervously awaited his response.

“Sure,” he said.

Taking the tray from the servant, Mandy cautiously headed to the basement. Despite the illumination accompanying each step, an eerie sense of foreboding weighed on her as though a fearsome beast lurked in the shadows.

pity as she approached the crystal coffin. “Ms.

Esther would have any appetite while confined in the coffin. In

face. She hastily adjusted her attire and tied her hair with a somewhat careless hairband. “How are things with the

hesitated. “My father and brother are likely going to

about Jolene?”

“Jolene is carrying Chadwick’s child. It appears Chadwick killed

is the

him. Jolene’s words had been truthful, but Chadwick hadn’t initially taken her in out of kindness. No wonder he had been pressuring her

Eat and rest well,” Mandy

couldn’t afford to falter. Even with Bradley’s disdain, she had

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Mandy’s return from the basement to the dining room, Bradley had already seated himself, eating. He glanced at her coldly. “Mandy, you display quite a bit

smile. “Bradley, I assume you don’t keep

you’re observant,” he