My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Esther tumbled into Bradley’s arms as though she had dropped from the sky. His scent, crisp as pine, wrapped around her like an unyielding net.

Bradley clasped her slender waist, effortlessly drawing her into his world, from which escape seemed impossible.

“Mr… Mr. Warner…” Jolene clutched her stomach and impatiently asked Bradley, who stood in the wardrobe. “What you promised me…”

“I won’t break my word,” Bradley assured, then vanished into the wardrobe.

Jolene gently closed the wardrobe door, leaning against the wall before returning to the couch.

As she settled on the couch, regret washed over her. She realized her mistake. She shouldn’t have used herself as bait to lure Esther to the motel. She knew better than anyone that she had nothing left, and Esther had come to see her out of concern. Nonetheless, she had ultimately betrayed Esther’s trust.

Jolene held her phone, trying to convince herself not to be soft-hearted. She told herself she had done nothing wrong. What had she done wrong? She was just someone with no other options. She wanted to avenge her parents.

Bradley had promised to assist her in that quest.

Chadwick had torn her family apart and pretended to be her savior for years—she harbored deep hatred toward him. She wanted to see him suffer but lacked the power to do it alone, which was why she needed Bradley’s help.

couch. It felt like a long time had

–

Outside in the corridor.

a long

moment Jasper knocked, Jolene’s heart seemed to

was no response from inside, so Jasper called her name

was no response. He knocked forcefully on the door and declared, “Esther, I’m counting to three. If you

“One.

“Two.

“Three.”

remained tightly

signaled to the

bodyguard understood and raised his

inside.

colleagues, and