My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 927 Time passed, and Bradley tried to move his stiff wrists. He felt thirsty, and his body was getting tight.

"Hey," Bradley called out softly.

Only the echo of his voice lingered in the vast warehouse, reminiscent of the resonance of a mountain peak's bell ringing in the valley.

As time ticked by, Bradley gradually acclimated to the darkness. An anxious feeling crept over him despite observing the warehouse and smelling its medicinal scent.

He glanced at his wristwatch and realized it had been a full four hours since he woke up—four hours without water, food, or conversation.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed in the silent warehouse. It was his hunger pangs. il Bradley's once composed demeanor changed. His irritation turned his skin red, and he attempted again to break free from his restraints. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Abruptly, the warehouse door creaked open.

Logan wheeled Esther into the warehouse, the faint sound of the wheelchair's wheels against the ground catching Bradley's attention.

"Esther!" Bradley gritted his teeth the moment he saw her relaxed expression.

Esther had just watched her sweet drama series. Even though she was

complaining about it, it didn't affect her joyful mood.

Now that she saw Bradley, however, she was annoyed.

"Bradley, let me remind you, I'm not who you think I am." Bradley said sarcastically. "You think changing your name can..." Esther slowly approached Bradley in her wheelchair and held his jaw mockingly.

"Really? Are you so foolish, Bradley? "Back then, you were foolish enough not to know who pulled off your grandfather's oxygen supply. Foolish enough to send a woman carrying your children to prison!

"And now, you're still this foolish?" Bradley seethed. "Esther, until when do you plan to keep me here?" "That's up to you, Bradley." Esther stared directly into Bradley's harsh eyes, perplexed at how someone like him existed in the world. Using love as an excuse, he had repeatedly hurt a woman who loved him.

Before the true culprit behind Thomas' death was revealed, Bradley's hatred toward Esther for his grandfather's death was somewhat understandable.

With the truth out now, why did Bradley keep hurting Esther? Did he think she had no one else and he could manipulate her at will? Was his confidence due to his power, while her sister was a helpless orphan?

"What do you mean?" Bradley asked sharply.

Esther smiled, her stunning expression blossoming like a flower in Bradley's eyes.

"Guess," she said, releasing her grip on his jaw and leisurely wiping her fingers. Her cold demeanor made Bradley's heart race uncontrollably.

His gaze fixated on her beautiful fingers, trying to find a familiar shadow of the person he once knew in this woman who resembled Esther.