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

she might

want from me?”

for his forehead and gently squeeze

concerns kept Esther from complying. “I can’t do it!

different from

Bradley held Esther’s

startled that she turned pale and fell

toward the pool. He tossed the hunting rifle to the floor before jumping into

water. Her panicked movements made it seem

glistening in the sunlight. All Esther could see was a bright blur. She stopped

to Esther, encircling her slender waist with his arm, and kissed

a splash, he lifted

him a white bathrobe, and Bradley helped Esther put it on, tying

pick up the rifle and point it at

reluctantly picked up the rifle and