The Seventh Miserable Bride

Sebastian Simons gave little response to his father-in-law's obvious enthusiasm. In contrast, his attitude towards Yasmine Taylor turned better all of a sudden.

He walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and said gently, "Let's go in."

"All right."

Yasmine smiled weakly, but she was not used to him being so gentle all of a sudden.

The small of her back where Sebastian's hands lay made her tense, stiffening her back. Sebastian might have felt her being uneasy, and quickly smiled and held her hand instead. When their fingers interlocked, Yasmine could hear her heart pounding.

Initially, she was worried that Sebastian would not willingly join the play. Well, it looked like she worried too much.

His gentle tone, scorching eyes, and misty smile were enough to impress the Taylor couple. He was not exactly the violent demon that they imagined, in fact, he was acting far from it.

They walked hand in hand into the living room. When Sebastian loosened his grip, Yasmine realized that her palm was full of sweat.

Not that she was paranoid about Dorothy Ryles noticing anything, but Sebastian's acting was beyond her expectation. "Have some tea, my son-in-law." Henry Taylor said hastily.

Henry was also a businessman himself, but he ran just a small company compared to the wealthy Simons' empire. His achievements were barely significant if they were to make a comparison. The humble attitude he had now, while serving Sebastian tea with both his hands, made it hard to believe that the person he was hosting was his son-in-law.

"Sister, welcome home with your husband."

Today was really a special day. Linda Taylor, who had been calling her rudely by name ever since she was a child, called her 'sister' in such a sweet tone for the first time. What a surprise. Yasmine smiled and said, "How have you been recently?"

"Not doing well. Ever since you got married, I got so bored. Come, let's go somewhere else to talk."

Linda held Yasmine's arm intimately and glanced at Sebastian. She then walked Yasmine out of the living room and took her to their backyard.

Knowing there was no one here, Linda immediately dropped her act. She returned to her usual rudeness and interrogated Yasmine, "My, look how capable you are. What black magic did you inherit from your mom for you to be so close to that well-known cruel man?"

Yasmine was not angry at Linda's sarcasm, in turn, she explained, "I am not capable. I did not do anything. The rumors did not do him justice. Sebastian treats women really well. So what now? Did you regret losing the opportunity to me?" she smiled.

Although Linda denied it, Yasmin could see clear regret in her eyes. "You're lying. If he's a good man, why would he divorce so frequently?" Linda said.

"A divorce doesn't necessarily mean the man is at fault. In a family like his, how many women would marry him all for money? When he knew the intentions of those women, a divorce is inevitable." Yasmine continued explaining.

"If that's the case, if he found out you had the same intentions as all his ex-wives, your marriage would end as well."

"Do you want to watch me be abandoned as soon as possible? Or do you want to be his eighth bride?"

Yasmine responded with the same sarcasm. She was not the hysterical type and never screamed nor yelled, but every word she said was as sharp as a knife that could potentially stab through a person. "No... I didn't mean any of those!"

Linda denied all she could, but Yasmine read her mind. She saw through every one of her lies.

"Well, good to know. But let me remind you, women of your quality will never make Sebastian fall for you."

After finishing her words, Yasmine made her great exit. As a person who only humiliated others but did not get such treatment herself, Linda felt her world- shattering, plummeting her into immense devastation.