The Seventh Miserable Bride

Yasmine Taylor stormed towards her room. Just as quickly, Sebastian Simons pulled her back and said aggressively, "Who said you can go in?"

"I'm going to pack my things. Aren't you chasing me out?"

"What, so are you giving up so easily? Didn't you just go against me two days ago? Just to stay in this house? Where did the determination go? Did that guy promise you a new home so you are leaving now?" Sebastian sneered at her.

"How many times do I have to tell you? It's not what you think."

"I only believe what I saw with my naked eyes."

In the face of his aggressive attitude, Yasmine lowered her head thoughtfully and replied. "Are you jealous then?" she asked.

"Ha, jealous?" Sebastian pointed at the bathroom sarcastically, "Take a look at yourself in the mirror."

"It's okay. I have a mirror in my room."

She glared at him and dived behind the painting, entering her prison- like room. Sebastian followed behind. Yasmin was upset. "I need to rest. It's late now."

"Ahh, so you knew. I thought you had lost track of time. You made a fool of me. How dare you continue staying here?"

Yasmine breathed deeply, then begin to rant, "When I wanted to pack and leave, you accused me of having an affair. Now that I am not leaving, you asked if I had the audacity to stay here? Sebastian Simons, what on earth do you want?"

Sebastian tilted his head and looked at her, "Oh? Are you angry? Are you the only one who should be angry?"

"Why can't I get angry? Any human being would! It's just a matter of whether a person can hold it back."

"Then you should. I thought you are good at holding your anger?"

"If it was something else, I could just be quiet and put up with it. I didn't say a word when you made me live in this godforsaken place. The fact that you are repeatedly accusing me now is making me lose my mind." she snapped,

"This godforsaken place?" Sebastian was bewildered. "Are you complaining about your current living conditions?"

"Do you think I should be satisfied? Were your ex-wives satisfied?"

He casually looked around and nodded. "I'm satisfied. The design of this room is unique and the lighting is good. What's there to complain about?"

Yasmine laughed in sarcasm. "Since you think it's nice, let's switch rooms. I will stay there, and you'll stay here."

"Come on, just admit that you want to sleep with me. But, sorry, I don't want to."

"Who wants to sleep with you? How dare you say that I am stuck up? I think you deserve this title better."

"If you didn't want to sleep with me, why are you complaining about your room? You knew that I am a clean freak and I hate women touching my things. And yet, you kept provoking me by saying you want to stay in my room. Aren't things obvious?"

Yasmine was completely speechless. She rubbed her forehead and said, "Tell me what can I do before you let me off the hook." She gave a sigh."I surrender, okay?"

She was severely drained by all the drama. She had no strength to fight with him anymore. She gave up.

"If I were to drive you away, my parents and sister are going to kill themselves again. So for the safety of this family, I will let you off for the time being. If you elope or have any flirtatious act with some another man, I promise to hunt you and your family down."

"Okay. Got it."

Yasmine was using the whole of her willpower to suppress her anger. She held it back just to end things quickly. She did not want Sebastian to continue torturing her anymore.