My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Mandy hesitated and said, “I didn’t see anything tonight. Can I go to sleep now?”

“Get lost!” Bradley curtly replied.

Mandy remained unfazed by Bradley’s anger. Lately, she had been immersed in novels about power struggles, where female protagonists sought revenge and rose to power, fueled by the feminist wave.

She contemplated the idea of manipulating Bradley into marrying her and then orchestrating his downfall, eventually taking control of the Warner Group.

Although she had received help from X, she was determined not to be indebted to anyone, even her benefactor.

Mandy considered that sharing her plan with X might gain their support, making her a valuable ally and allowing her to leverage Bradley.

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porcelain doll. He gently carried her back to the bedroom and placed her on the large

be sleeping. Countless memories of her flooded his

felt he had lost that Esther somewhere

tenderly traced Esther’s eyebrows, realizing the affection he hadn’t acknowledged

touch on her skin, Esther’s heart raced with anxiety. To her, that touch was as unsettling as a venomous snake’s tongue. It carried

held her breath, feigning composure to evade the serpent’s attention. Any movement might provoke

finger glided from her brows to the bridge of her

bedsheets, her heart pounding like a