Bradley's unexpected remark took Esther aback. Suddenly, she erupted into scornful laughter dripping with sarcasm. Tears streamed down her face as she gazed at Bradley's savage expression, which was uncomfortably close.
"Bradley, can a wedding night still be 'consummated' like this?" she quipped.
Bradley detected the mockery in Esther's words. He firmly grasped her jaw and pronounced each word deliberately. "Then, allow me to fulfill the groom's duties on behalf of Mr. Pendleton!"
The mere thought of Esther marrying Chadwick haunted Bradley. It stirred tumultuous emotions within him.
Bradley would never permit other men to lay hands on the women he had once possessed, even if he eventually discarded them. In the case of defiant women like Esther, he intended to make her face the consequences of "betraying" him through his actions.
"Bradley—"
Bradley didn't wait for Esther to finish speaking and forcefully pulled off her bridal veil.
Even though Esther and Chadwick's wedding had always been part of a larger plan, it had been carefully arranged to seem genuine and make the Pendletons feel at ease.
Esther's bridal attire, crafted overnight by skilled artisans, was adorned with intricate golden embroidery. Her jewelry was solid gold. Esther's entire outfit was worth a small fortune, something an average person might never earn in their lifetime.
Bradley discarded each piece of her clothing like garbage, tearing them away one by one and throwing them outside the crystal coffin.
Esther didn't resist. She understood that the more she fought back, the harsher Bradley's response would be. She lay in the crystal coffin like a lifeless doll, allowing Bradley to do as he pleased.
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don't read at all. horrible story, makes me sick....