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

to engage with him, even refusing to use the passionate

taken Felix out of the country.” Bradley sneered, adding, “Esther, from now on, your life is

suddenly burst into laughter as if she had heard the most amusing joke. She laughed so

had already lost

so funny?” Bradley asked

flower bathed in morning dew. “I’m laughing at your naivety, Mr. Warner. What

never submit to you. I’ll never give my heart to

supporting her head as she peered through the crystal coffin at Bradley. Her eyes were clear and tranquil, expressing a