My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Esther’s repeated escape had only made Bradley’s rage burn his rationale away. He stepped on the pedal again to run the Bentley onto the pavement. Jasper kept Esther in his arms during the collision and nearly passed out from the collision. Bradley looked at the Bentley in front of him with a dark look and pulled out his phone to make a call. “Cole, get some men over.” Even with Jasper’s protection, Esther’s forehead was busted. Blood flowed like a small stream. She looked at Bradley, who felt murderous outside the car, and trembled in fear. Bradley got out of his car, looking like he could kill, and kicked the Bentley’s door open to pull Esther out brutally. His eyes were screaming bloody murder as he choked Esther by the neck and slammed her against the Bentley’s door. Esther felt like Bradley was going to snap her neck and pushed him on the chest as much as she could. It was just that her strength was nothing before the man. “How dare you escape twice within the same night, Esther!? “You should feel lucky that you’re still useful or else…” If Felix was not in the hospital waiting for this woman’s bone marrow to save him, Bradley could not hold himself back from breaking her neck with his own hands. Bradley kept squeezing, and Esther’s face turned purple. Her oxygen was running out from her lungs bit by bit. Death shadowed Esther, but she thought of Tinkerbell in the hospital and punched the car hard. Jasper, who was disorientated from the collision, heard Esther’s cry for help and forced himself out of the car. He shakily staggered between Esther and Bradley. “Mr. Warner, your son… will be dead if Esther dies!” Bradley sneered. “Jasper, a sl*tty b*tch like this is worth sacrificing your life?” “Mr. Warner, even though your marriage with Esther isn’t perfect—” Before Jasper finished, Bradley chuckled coldly. “This marriage is a humiliation in my life.” Bradley’s expression was menacing as he warned Jasper. “Don’t get involved!” He let go of his chokehold on Esther abruptly. Like a drowning person, Esther held the Bentley door and took in gulps of fresh air. She stood before Bradley with a bloodied face and could not help blurting Tinkerbell’s birth when she thought of how the girl had been sent off in an ambulance. “Bradley! Pixie and Tinkerbell in Sunflower Welfare are our daughters. If you don’t believe it, you can do a paternity test right now!” Not only did Bradley not believe her, but his eyes also brimmed with mockery. “I don’t believe a word you say, Esther!” Bradley then yanked Esther’s arm and pulled her to his car without a care. Jasper hurried forward to catch up and advised hoarsely, “Bradley Warner, calm down!” Calm down? When his son was on the brink of death? And the person who promised to save him kept pushing his limits!? It was then a few black cars skidded to a stop in front of Bradley. A squad of trained men in black got out and approached Bradley in a uniform stride. “Mr. Warner!” Jasper remained relentless despite being outnumbered by Bradley. “Bradley, walk over me if you want to take Esther away today!” Bradley glanced at Jasper and ridiculed him. “I don’t take threats from anyone, Searle. Your life is unworthy of a mention to me. Help her again, and I’ll wipe out the Searles.” Bradley looked at his men and instructed them, “Take good care of Mr. Searle.” The men in black went up and surrounded Jasper securely. “Bradley, let me save Tinkerbell, please! I promise I won’t run away again. I’ll save Felix.” Esther begged Bradley, trying to stir the last bit of his sympathy. Unfortunately, her voice only fueled his rage when he heard her. There was only blank bloodthirst on his handsome face as he impatiently sealed Esther’s mouth with yellow tape. He also wrapped her hands and feet with tape to prevent her from running off. Bradley tossed her to the backseat and tied her up with the seatbelt before pulling out his phone. “Get the operation ward ready. Operate on Felix as soon as I arrive.” The car sped toward the hospital without care. Esther closed her eyes in despair… ‘Tinkerbell, hold it out a bit more! ‘Mommy will save you! ‘Wait for me!’ The car came to a stop in front of the hospital, and Bradley pulled Esther out to hand her over to the doctor and nurses. Without Bradley’s instruction, no medical professional in the hospital dared free Esther of her restraints. Esther was still tied up when she was sent into the preparation room. After all the prep work was done, she was then sent to the operation ward. Bradley, who had completely disinfected himself, entered wearing a sterile surgical gown. His gentle gaze fell on another operation theater, where Felix was under anesthesia. Esther’s bone marrow was compatible with Felix, meaning the boy could bid farewell to being sick from then on. He could run, skip, and go to preschool like a regular kid. Bradley would raise him into the most outstanding heir of the Warner Group, so his grandfather would rest in peace knowing it. On the other side, Esther looked at Bradley pleadingly as she struggled in the operation theater. The doctors and nurses could not quiet her down. Bradley approached her and looked down at the girl, who was like a helpless beast. He tore the tape off her mouth. Esther spoke up quickly. “Bradley! Tinkerbell’s just a child. What wrong has she done!?” Bradley squeezed her lower jaw. His answer was a soft murmur, but it was disheartening. “She’s your daughter. It’s an original sin she carries!” Esther stubbornly wanted to tell him the truth about their daughters to try and rouse his feelings. “Bradley, Tinkerbell has acute leukemia. She has to be operated on at once or she’ll die! “Please, Bradley, I beg you! Let me go! “She’s your daug—” Bradley choked Esther’s neck once more until she could not make another sound. The surgical shadowless lamp shone on Esther’s face, making her look paler while her eyes brimmed with sorrow that stunned Bradley. He could not help loosening his hold on her neck. “Another word of nonsense, and I’ll kill those b*stards right now!” Esther used the last bit of her energy to beg with a sob, “Please let me donate to Tinkerbell first. I promise I won’t run. I promise you can ask me anything as long as she’s safe. “I’ll donate my bone marrow to Felix, Bradley, trust me. I’ll really donate it to him.” Bradley felt the irony when he heard Felix’s name leaving Esther’s lips. “How does the b*stard you gave birth to worth being compared to my son?” Tears of despair welled in Esther’s eyes. She cried helplessly, “Bradley, Tinkerbell’s really your daughter… Why don’t you believe it?” “You really could say anything just to save that little b*stard, huh?” Bradley mocked her. He did not want to listen to her lies anymore and taped her mouth again. “Tie her down.” “Yes, Mr. Warner.” The nurses restrained Esther, who kept struggling to the operation theater right in front of Bradley. The moment Esther was tied down, she lost hope. Her eyes were tearful as she looked at Bradley, who donned the gown. The anesthesiologist had prepared the anesthetic and was going to inject Esther when Bradley went over and told him, “Give it to me.” Esther struggled with pained sobs on the table, her tearful, desperate eyes pleading. ‘Bradley, no! ‘Don’t! ‘Tinkerbell’s still waiting for me! Our daughter’s still waiting for me to save her!’ Bradley looked at Esther, who still wanted to break free despite being tied up in the operation theater. His surgical glove-clad hand grabbed her fragile neck forcefully, forcing her to look at his cold eyes as he told her cruelly, “Esther Quill, it’s your blessing to be able to save my son.” He let go with that and mercilessly pushed the syringe of anesthetic into Esther with a blank face.