My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Esther held the rifle, feeling its weight in her hands, causing her to tremble. She hadn’t had much time to think before she aimed it at Bradley’s forehead. She wanted to escape, to distance herself, and never let herself be soft-hearted toward Bradley again.

Bradley raised an eyebrow, his cold eyes locked onto Esther as he provocatively commented, “Esther, your stance with the gun looks quite impressive.”

Under the scorching sun, Esther exuded a wild beauty. She appeared like a fierce lioness, baring its teeth, shaking its golden fur, radiating an intense allure that strangely stirred others’ desires to conquer her.

“Bradley, please, just let me go!” Esther pleaded, her fingers trembling on the trigger.

Bradley seized the rifle’s front end and pressed the barrel against his forehead. “I won’t let you go unless I die right here.”

Esther hadn’t expected Bradley to be so fearless, as if he was certain she wouldn’t dare pull the trigger. “Bradley, don’t push me!”

Beneath the sun, Bradley looked wicked and arrogant. His white hair exuded a chilling aura bathed in sunlight like he was perched on a snowy mountain peak.

trigger, and you can regain

the rifle

the trigger!

her voice hoarse. “No, I don’t love you. My biggest mistake

it!

the gun barrel toward

there was no

at the frozen Esther and casually lit a cigar, taking a puff. He sneered. “Esther, did you

that there might be no bullets in the rifle, which explained Bradley’s

testing me?!” Esther couldn’t believe