My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 925 I Bradley tried to struggle out of the rope's confinement, unknowingly tightening it further. The rope began to sting his wrists. I A faint smell of blood lingered in the air.

Esther suddenly chuckled coldly as she watched Bradley's frantic attempts to I break free, the sound echoing clear in I the silent air.

Surrounded by darkness, Bradley strained his eyes but could only discern vague figures in the distance.

"Esther, I know it's you!" His gaze on the shadow in the dark carried a hint of coldness. "I'll count to three. Release me!"

Esther turned away without sparing Bradley a glance. How long had he been bound? And he could not take it anymore? Had he ever considered if the former Esther could endure this? Esther didn't want to engage with Bradley, especially not now. He needed calm, serious thought. Unlike him, she had patience and would allow him ample space for contemplation.

I I steps, every tiny sound amplified in the I vast

of his I heartbeat, pounding like Death's footsteps. I For a moment, an absurd thought crossed Bradley's mind. Maybe she I wasn't Esther. If she was the Esther I who once

wouldn't do this.

silently {I in the dark, patiently waiting. He firmly believed

ordinary man—he held a high social status. His disappearance would

play along with whatever she wanted to

Yet, none seemed brutal enough to satisfy her wrath. I If Bradley died like this, how could

for him to spend his

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