My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Inside the BMW.

The man who had returned to the car was asked by his companions, “Were they tracking us?”

“No,” the man replied with a sly smile. “Just a rich girl and her toy boy.”

“How do you know she’s a rich girl?”

“I saw her when she entered the motel. With a flashy car like that and dressed in an evening gown, it was obvious she came from some fancy event.”

“Good eye, my friend! You’re quite observant!”

“Once we finish this job, I’m getting myself a sports car!”

“Yeah! After this job, we’ll buy sports cars and villas and invite beautiful ladies for parties!”

The occupants of the car cheered excitedly.

“What’s going on with the car behind us?”

They all looked at the car behind them in unison.

Logan was driving, and Esther was fighting for control of the steering wheel. The sports car wobbled unsteadily on the open road. Just as the men in the BMW were enjoying the spectacle, the sports car unexpectedly rammed into the BMW.

BMW took a

the sports car’s door and shouted at Esther,

front of the damaged car impatiently, looking at the point

BMW got

woman, and asked, “How much will it

were

with a menacing look and

rich?!” Esther swiftly wrote a check and handed it to the men

snatched the check from her, tore it into pieces, then casually put it in

aren’t you?” Esther

remained unflinching, replying, “I may be insane, but

of cash from her car and handed it to the men driving the

walked around the car, hopped inside, started it, and

the sports car drive

the men

“Get lost!”

men in

he had been humiliated, Logan walked away from

men in the

BMW was no longer in sight, Logan took out his phone and checked