My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 693

Esther's eyes widened with terror, and she struggled desperately as Bradley gripped her jaw firmly. He

was domineering and insane, commanding her, "Swallow it!"

The taste of buttercream filled Esther's mouth, but instead of sweetness, she tasted nothing but the

metallic tang of blood.

Bradley began smearing the blood-looking cream all over her face.

He warned, "Esther, remember this. I'm only merciful once. If there's a next time, you'll watch as her

hand is cut off and delivered to you."

Nausea churned in Esther's stomach. She didn't care that Bradley was still there and knelt down to

vomit nearby.

Now she understood that the severed hand from earlier wasn't real—it was a creation by a cake artist.

Despite its artificial nature, the fear it had instilled made her scalp tingle, and she felt the pain as if she

were truly being tortured.

Bradley paid no attention to Esther's agony. He turned to Sally and declared, "You're fired."

"Mr. Warner, I'm sorry..."

Sally dreaded losing such a well-paying job with minimal work and a great environment.

Bradley gestured, and black-clad men came forward. They carried Sally and the bloodied Mike and

tossed them onto a small boat.

The sea breeze gently ruffled Bradley's hair as he stood up and ordered curtly, "Now that the servant is

gone, you'll be the villa's maid."

Esther looked at Bradley anxiously, unable to believe he would let her off so easily this time.

"Go and freshen up, then prepare dinner."

"Yes," Esther replied hoarsely.

The trauma of the severed hand still haunted her heart. She stood up and walked into the villa. Despite RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

walking on solid ground, every step felt like she was floating, disconnected from reality.

"You can only use the bathroom on the third floor."

"Okay."

Esther held onto the railing and ascended to the third floor slowly. She pushed open the bathroom door

and felt a surge of sadness when she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Suddenly, the memory of the severed hand rushed back, and she dared not cry. Without wasting any

more time, she quickly took a shower.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she found a set of maid's clothes outside the door. The

uniform, a pure black shirt-style dress, seemed tailor-made for her, fitting her shoulders, chest, and

waist precisely.

Esther secured her hair in a hairnet, donned the white apron, and slipped into the black leather shoes

meant for the maid. She entered the kitchen without delay, opening the refrigerator and meticulously

preparing dinner.

Bradley went to the living room and turned on the news channel from the couch.

"It's reported that Richard Pendleton used his position to protect his son, Chadwick Pendleton…"

Esther couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction hearing the news about Richard and Chadwick's

crimes. Despite that, she didn't dare show it in front of Bradley and continued to prepare the meal

diligently.

Thanks to Bradley, she had spent five years in prison, during which she had acquired various skills,

some of which might have seemed unnecessary but were still valuable. Perhaps one day, she would

need those skills.

Esther was careful not to provoke Bradley. When she finished preparing dinner, she approached him

with respect.

"Mr. Warner, dinner is ready."

Bradley tore his gaze from his tablet, where he had been handling business matters.