My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

“Who is he?” Bradley asked.

Esther gazed into Bradley’s crimson eyes and mockingly asked, “Mr. Warner, aren’t you really that clever? Can you guess who he is?”

“Don’t provoke me…”

“Provoke?” Esther replied calmly, “Is this provocation? No, I’m just stating a fact.”

Bradley let go of Esther’s chin and pushed her onto the bed. His imposing presence overwhelmed her.

Esther didn’t resist or struggle. She simply looked at Bradley’s handsome face and whispered, “You’re not him.”

The man she had once admired, the man in her heart, could never be like this.

eternity, Bradley stopped and looked at the lifeless

don’t care if you pretend to be dead, crazy, or have amnesia. I want you to remember…” Bradley spoke arrogantly. “Until I’ve had enough of

you’ll face the

Esther into the bathroom.

dress and thoroughly washed herself before Bradley. He stood at the bathroom

had recently experienced an allergic reaction and

you access the secret

chamber with a slight

lay down in the crystal coffin, a task she was accustomed to. She obediently closed her

door to the chamber

outside Mandy’s bedroom door, knocking

She removed her