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

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

want

turned cold. “Aim for his

Esther from complying. “I

from taking a life. It

Esther’s

that she turned pale and fell into Bradley’s

and walked toward the pool. He tossed the hunting rifle to the floor

panicked movements made it seem

Esther could see was a bright blur. She stopped

to Esther, encircling her slender waist with his arm,

a splash, he lifted her out

bathrobe, and Bradley helped Esther put it on, tying a bow around her

the rifle and point

picked up the