The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 1

"This just in: The Simons family is organising a public blind date party. They are inviting all single ladies with certain surnames in City B to participate in the event. Only one will be chosen as a seventh wife for their only son, Sebastian Simons."

"It is said that this is a hint given by a senior monk to Madam Mila Simons. In order to avoid another divorce, Sebastian has to marry a person with a specific surname. The list of names are..."

"The successful candidate will be given a cash prize up to 18 million."

Yasmine Taylor was listening to the reported news on her mobile phone while preparing a steak in the kitchen.

Then, sounds of footsteps approached behind her back.

"Please give me a moment. The meal will be ready soon." Yasmine turned around and said to her father's wife, Dorothy Ryles.

"No worries. I am not trying to rush you." Dorothy said while turning off the gas stove. She brought Yasmine to the living room and added, "You're our precious treasure. How can we treat you as a servant?"

Yasmine did not answer, but scowled to herself internally.

She was Henry Taylor's illegitimate daughter, born out of wedlock to a woman who was a dancer. Her position in the Taylor family could be as low as a servant.

Or perhaps even lower than that.

Dorothy, acting all chummy to her all of a sudden, must have some other intentions.

Yasmine's guess was right. As she got to the living room, her father, Henry sighed and said, "Yasmine, dad's company is having problems with our cash flow. You're a 24 year old grown-up now. Shouldn't you do something useful for your dad and the family?"

"What can I do for you?" said Yasmine in a monotonous voice.

Henry coughed and said, "The Simons, the richest family in the city, is going to have a blind date party for their only son, Sebastian Simons. If you could marry him, dad's problem will easily be solved."

"Sebastian Simons? The man who has been married and divorced six times?" Yasmine asked incredulously.

"Yes..." Henry lowered his head and said consciously. "He might be violent, but all his marriages do not sustain for long. In a month or two, he would have divorced you. All you have to do is just put up with him for a little while."

"That's right. You're a member of our family too. You can't just stand by and watch us die," Dorothy chimed in.

Yasmine's heart, which she thought was already numbed against them, suddenly ached a little. How could they, her supposed family, let her marry a notorious demon?

"If that's the case, why not ask Linda to go?" Yasmine asked coldly.

Linda Taylor was her only younger sister, they shared the same father.

Linda was only born three days after her. She was the child of Dorothy's. She would also be a suitable candidate as she, was not married as well.

As Dorothy heard Yasmine, she started sighing and asked, "Yasmine, how could you say that? How could you be so selfish? Your sister will still get married in the future. How could she find a good husband if she gets a divorce?"

"But if I get a divorce, how will I find a good husband for my second marriage?" Yasmine retorted.

"So what? Even if you can't find anyone, you'll live? Yasmine, you have to take responsibility as an elder sister! You can't be so cold-blooded and selfish! Are you trying to force your father and sister up to the dead end?" Dorothy cried aloud and started weeping.

Henry held her on the shoulder and sighed, "I know. Yasmine is not that close to us, it's normal that she would want to watch us die!"

Yasmine gave a wry grin. She really wanted them to die there and then.

But in the end, she nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go then."

"You agree?" Henry and Dorothy asked dubiously at the same time. "Yes, I'll go"

"Then you should really try your best." Dorothy was still a little worried. She reminded Yasmine, "You must know that this concerns our family's future and glory. You must give your best. Use all the tricks your mother used to seduce men back then!"

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Yasmine clenched her fist so tightly to the extent that her fingernails drove hard into her palm, but she remained calm and said, "Alright, I know."