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.”

ached in

right—without his timely intervention, she might have faced a

do you want from

turned cold. “Aim for his forehead and gently

complying.

no different from taking a life.

Bradley held Esther’s hand and pulled

so startled that she turned pale and fell into

carried her and walked toward the pool. He tossed the hunting rifle to the

was startled by the icy water. Her panicked movements

Esther could see was

swam to Esther, encircling her slender waist

a splash, he lifted her

helped Esther put it on,

and point it at that

reluctantly picked up the rifle and aimed it at the