My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

The Warner service staff were hard at work cleaning. Even though the search and rescue team had departed, the real task for the service staff was just beginning.

Bradley navigated his way through the bustling workers and entered his bedroom, which was the first area to be tidied up. The air carried a faint scent of disinfectant.

He locked the door behind him and proceeded smoothly into the hidden chamber. Esther lay motionless in the crystal coffin, appearing lifeless and resigned.

“Esther,” Bradley said, resting his hand on the edge of the crystal coffin. His dark gaze lingered on Esther’s emotionless face.

“Do you know that your uncle, Oliver, came searching for you? He made quite a scene but left empty-handed.”

Bradley closely observed Esther, determined to notice any subtle changes in her expression.

unresponsive, showing neither

still had feelings but was unwilling to engage with him, even refusing to use the passionate gaze she had once bestowed

the country.” Bradley sneered, adding, “Esther, from now on, your life is under my control.

words, Esther suddenly burst into laughter as if she had heard the most amusing joke. She laughed so hard that tears welled up

him? She had already lost her freedom. How

funny?”

wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes, looking pitiful, like a delicate flower bathed in morning dew. “I’m laughing at your naivety, Mr. Warner. What you desire, I’ll

how many schemes or tactics you employ, I’ll never submit to you.

slowly turned around, one hand supporting her head as she peered through the crystal coffin at Bradley. Her