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.”

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

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tone turned cold. “Aim for his forehead

Esther from complying.

no different from

that so?” Bradley held Esther’s hand and pulled the

turned pale and fell

tossed the hunting rifle to the

water. Her panicked movements made it seem

All Esther could see was

encircling her slender waist with his arm, and kissed her

he lifted her out of the

bathrobe, and Bradley helped

and

an internal struggle, Esther reluctantly picked up the rifle and aimed it