My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

“I really was wrong! I’ll never do it again!” Mike pleaded.

Bradley cruelly smirked as he pulled Esther into his arms, his warm breath brushing against her ear. “I’ll teach you a game.”

Esther was too nervous to move and remained still.

Bradley spoke slowly. “Come, hold this.”

Esther’s shock from the four brutal shots Bradley had fired in the basement lingered. She followed Bradley’s instructions, gripping the hunting rifle.

“Yes, just like that.”

The rifle felt heavy in Esther’s hands.

Bradley reached over considerately, assisting her in holding it. Patiently, he guided her through the operation step by step.

“If I hadn’t arrived in time earlier, you might have suffered at the hands of this repulsive man.”

heart ached in

timely intervention, she might have

you want from me?”

turned cold. “Aim for his forehead and gently squeeze

Esther from complying. “I

felt no different from

so?” Bradley held Esther’s hand

that she turned pale

hunting

was startled by the icy water. Her panicked movements made

in the sunlight. All Esther could see was a bright blur. She stopped struggling abruptly, surrendering

her slender waist with his arm,

a splash, he lifted her out of the

handed him a white bathrobe, and Bradley helped Esther put

up the rifle and point

struggle, Esther reluctantly picked up the rifle and aimed it at