The Seventh Miserable Bride

As soon as Madam Simons finished her sentence, Sebastian went upstairs. He stood by the door and asked doubtfully, "What are you all talking about?" Yasmine shook her head in embarrassment and panic. "Nothing."

She clenched the pill in her hand so tightly that it was melted in her sweat.

"All the best!"

Madam Simons patted the back of her daughter-in-law's hand and left.

As soon as his mother left, Sebastian came to Yasmine and said, "Why were the both of you acting so weird? Are you planning something behind my back?"

The more he asked, the more guilty she felt. "What are you talking about? We have better things to do."

Seeing Yasmine's clothes in his wardrobe, Sebastian smiled grumpily and said, "You're quite self-conscious. You treat this place as your own room without asking for my permission." "What? Do you want to live separately? Okay, I'll move back then."

Yasmine pretended to pull down her clothes. He then said, "All right, all right, I didn't mean it. Since you've already hung them up, it's too troublesome to take them down."

"What's troublesome? I'm not afraid of trouble, I'm just afraid that you think I'm troublesome."

Sebastian pushed her to the side of the wardrobe and bit her neck. "You know that I have already been poisoned by you, but you still say such a thing. Let's see how I'll deal with you..."

He slipped one hand under her clothes. Yasmine's face turned red. She was a little nervous and emotional. Half-willingly, she was carried by him to the bed. When they were about to proceed further, the door was opened with a squeak. Then she heard her sister-in-law's loud voice, "Sebastian, Yasmine, let's go out to for... food."

Tiffany did not expect to see such a scandalous scene the moment she entered the room. She turned around shyly and ran out with her hands covering her eyes, crying, "God, what did I see? What did I see? I didn't see anything..."

Yasmine flipped over and sat up. She was even more shy than her sister-in-law. She glared at Sebastian and tidied her messy clothes.

"Why didn't you lock the door?"

Sebastian explained innocently, "How would I know that someone would come in?"

"You didn't know that someone would come in, so now, your image has been completely ruined."

"Have I ever had an image?"

"Yes."

"What image?"

"Pervert. You turn into a pervert the moment I touch your bed!" Yasmine made a face at him and ran out of the room before he could do anything to her.

The family came to a five-star hotel happily. Titus Simons and his wife had been grinning from the moment they came out of the house. Now, they had completely regarded Yasmine as the incarnation of an angel, and they loved her even more than before.

"Yasmin, from now on, you have to eat more and try to give birth to a fat grandchild for our family as soon as possible."

Her mother-in-law put a piece of spotted butter-fish into Yasmine's bowl. Tiffany teased, "Mom, you gave Yasmine spotted fish. Do you want her to give you a pimply baby?"

"If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all."

Mila glared at her daughter and said, "How can you talk like that? You have to learn more from Yasmine. Think before you speak."

Tiffany stuck out her tongue and said, "It's just a joke. You are really old-fashioned."

Mila had a headache and said to Yasmine, "Look! Look at this pair of children I gave birth to. Neither of them spares me the worry."

"Oh mom, it's my brother who makes you worry. Don't compare me with my brother. I'm obedient, nice, sensible, and filial. I'm loved by everyone..."

"Will you ever grow up?"

Titus added grumpily.

Yasmine smiled and said, "Actually, I think Tiffany has a nice personality. I like her very much." "In this family, only Yasmine knows me well," Tiffany beamed. "What's good about her? I'm worried about whether she'll ever get married. She's so careless and nitwitted, no mother-in-law will like her."

Tiffany snorted and said indifferently, "You don't have to worry about this at all. I won't have mother-in-law issues with the man I want to marry." Except for Titus and Mila, both Yasmine and Sebastian were well aware that she was referring to Fynn, who grew up in an orphanage.

"Well, are we here for dinner, or to chit chat?"

Sebastian raised his eyebrows, and Titus gestured, "Eat, eat. Let's talk at home after eating."

Yasmine smiled and picked up the cutlery. She was very pleased to become a member of the family as she lacked the warmth of a family since she was born. She used to think that she would live alone her whole life, and had never thought that she would experience real family affection. Now that she had it, she believed the saying that marriage was the second reincarnation of a woman.

Beep, beep. Her phone showed a text message notification. She lowered her head. When she saw that the sender was Richie Lind, her expression immediately stiffened. She trembled and pressed the read button. "I'm next door. Come out on your own if you don't want me to go over."

She closed her eyes bitterly. Her nightmare came again after only a short moment of happiness. She almost forgot that there was still a group of people staring at her and wanted to bring her down. "I need to go to the washroom."

She stood up and scurried out of the room.

The door of the next room was cracked open. She looked around to make sure there was no one before she rushed in...

In the private room, Richie ordered a table of dishes and was drinking alone.

"You're faster than I thought."

He raised his head and looked at her with piercing eyes, forcing her to take a few steps back. She asked with fear, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you plan to run away? Why are you back?"

Richie asked insidiously.

Yasmine's heart skipped a beat. She understood that he knew everything. She slowly stepped forward and kneeled down all of sudden. "Uncle Richie, I beg you. Please let me go..."

"Let you go? Who will save my poor son if I let you go?"

"Do you think that only your son is pitiful? What about me? It's not easy for me to have a little happiness now. Why are you taking it away so cruelly?"

"I'm not a fool. Will I give up my son's happiness just for your happiness? Yasmine, you must give me a clear decision today. Will you come with me now? Or do I have to go next door to explain everything to them?"

Yasmine's tears rolled down. "Do you have to do this? Do you really think that your son will be happy after you explain everything to them?"

"At least I won't be so mad."

"How are you so selfish? You know that I won't give you what you want even if you exposed me, but you still want to do it?"

"Yes, I'm such a person. I'll destroy what I can't get."

Richie ignored her pleading and forced her. "I don't have much time. I'll give you five minutes to think about it."

He put his watch on the table and began to wait for her to make her choice.

As time went by, Yasmine's heart gradually sank into her boots. She suddenly smiled sadly and said, "You don't have to wait anymore. I won't go with you, because I love Sebastian."

Richie was completely annoyed. He stood up abruptly and said, "Then don't blame me for doing this."

Seeing that he was about to step out of the room, Yasmine said loudly, "If you dare take one more step, I'll die here, and you'll definitely be the suspect."

Richie slowly turned around and saw the dagger in Yasmine's hand. He froze. The dagger was his personal possession and had always been kept in his bag. But she was holding it at this moment. "Who told you to touch my things? Put it down."

"You forced me to do this. Didn't you say that you were going to reveal everything? Do it."

She pressed the dagger into her flesh near her clavicle, and blood quickly seeped out. Richie was a little panicked. "Put it down first. Let's talk."

"Uncle Richie, my life is worthless, but you're different. You have your parents and a child. You haven't realized your dream of being ultra rich. If you stepped out of this door and destroyed the only thing I care about, then I'd have no care in the world anymore. I want you to die with me."

"Do you think you can threaten me like this? If you died here, it'd have nothing to do with me."

"Let's try, then. You booked this room, the dagger in my hand belongs to you, and I die here for no reason. Do you think the Simons family will let you go? Will the police let you go?"

Richie's face turned blue, then white. He gritted his teeth and said, "You're so cruel, but for how long can you be cruel? If I want to crush you, I can do it anytime. I don't necessarily have to do it now."

"I won't let you live a good life if you ruin mine. I, Yasmine Taylor, am not someone who can be that easily dealt with."

"Aren't you worried about your uncle's safety?"

She sneered and said, "Can you find my uncle now? You want to deal with me and my uncle at the same time? I don't think you have that much time."

"He can't escape if I really want to find him. What's more, as long as I hand over the evidence to the police, I don't have to find him, he'll come out on his own accord."

"Then hand it over. I'm going to give up on him now. I can't even keep my own happiness, how can I protect him?" She paused for a moment and said, "But I have to remind you that, you set up that trap. If the police were to investigate it, I don't think you can get away. My uncle won't be so stupid to not say a word while being manipulated by you!"

Her rebuttal made Richie speechless. He snorted angrily, picked up the bag near the table, slammed the door and left...

It was quiet. The dagger in Yasmine's hand fell to the ground with a bang. She collapsed to the side of the chair and started to cry.