The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 91

His favorite stall selling the snack was quite far away, so Yasmine almost had to go to the other side of City B just to get some which took her nearly two hours. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

She pointed excitedly at the potatoes on the grill and said, "Boss, give me a large pack please."

"Okay."

After paying the bill, Yasmine went back with the roasted potatoes in her hands. When she was about to halt a taxi, a van flashed in front of her. Before she could react, two men in black dragged her into the van. The pack of potatoes in her hand fell onto the ground.

"Who are you?"

She asked in panic and tried to struggle, but her arms were firmly constrained by the two men.

"You don't need to know who we are. When we arrive at the destination, you will know everything."

"Do you know who I am? I'm Sebastian Simons's wife. He won't let you go if you kidnap me."

One of the men raised the corner of his mouth coldly and said, "We don't care who you are. We only work for the money. If we are frightened so easily, how can we be gangsters?"

"How much is it? How much money did the person who hired you agreed to give you? I'll give you double, and you can let me go now." "Oh, Miss, I'm sorry. Although we love money, we can't ignore our credibility for money. You'd better shut up, otherwise we will have to seal your mouth ourselves."

Yasmine knew that money could not buy them over, so she began to calm down and think about the ways that she could save herself. She was usually cautious with her words and deeds and she had never offended anyone. Who would want to kidnap her?

After thinking about it for a while, she suddenly thought of one person.

In fact, her prediction was 100% correct. When the two men took her to an abandoned building, it was as she had expected that Yasmine had saw her only enemy.

"Yasmine, didn't you expect that you would fall into my hands so soon?"

Dorothy Ryles walked up to her with a sinister look on her face, and Linda Taylor also appeared. She gritted her teeth and said to her mother, "Mom, don't talk nonsense with her. Remember how she humiliated us last time? We will return it twice as much as she did today!"

"She will definitely have to pay back for what she had done. But today, I must take revenge for the shame I've suffered for all these years."

Yasmine looked at them coldly and sneered, "The shame that you have suffered all these years? You're saying that on behalf of me, aren't you?"

Slap...

Dorothy raised her hand and gave Yasmine a heavy slap. The outline of her hand was instantly imprinted on Yasmine's face. ''B*tch, how dare you go against me when you're at death's door? If I don't let you suffer today, you will never understand that beggars can't be choosers."

"Mom, let me do it."

Linda stepped forward and clicked her knuckles. All of a sudden, she slapped Yasmine with all her strength. At that instant, Yasmine felt dizzy and blood oozed out from the corner of her mouth. Both her arms were firmly controlled by one of the men. She was like a piece of meat on a cutting board that couldn't resist anything that was done to her.

The mother and daughter took turns and gave her the heaviest slaps they could, one after another. They were excited as they were beating her up. Yasmine bit her lip tightly but she could no longer feel the pain on her face because people had always reminded her of the wounds in her heart which was even more hurtful than the slaps.

"Now you know what are the consequences for offending me will be, don't you? How dare you bring people to my house to smash my things, you are really courting death!"

When Linda heard her mother's words, she lifted her leg and kicked Yasmine hard on the belly. She said as she kicked Yasmine, "You said that we needed a beating. I say you are the one who needs to be beaten."

"Daughter, you are being to polite to her. We should do something more intense."

"Mom, what do you mean by intense?" Dorothy raised her chin and said, "Go and bring the thing that I have brought here for me."

Linda ran to the car outside and pulled out what her mother had asked for from the car. It was a thin leather whip. "Is this the one?"

"Yes."

Dorothy took it and smiled at Yasmine with a sinister look on her face. She rubbed the whip back and forth on Yasmine's face a few times and said, "Tsk tsk, look at this tender skin of yours. It's as charming as your mother's, Tanya Lorris. Didn't your vixen mother seduce my husband with this kind of face? If I were to whip you a few times on the face, I'm not so sure if there will be any more man who will still be charmed by a foxy woman like you?"

Yasmine's face was covered in bruises, with beads of sweat on her forehead. She bit her teeth and stared at the vicious woman in front of her. She gritted her teeth and said, "If you dare to touch me,

Sebastian will never let you go!"

Ha-ha-ha-ha—

Linda and her mother laughed out loud. "Sebastian? You are still expecting him to lend you a helping hand at this time? Yasmine, you think too highly of yourself. You had deceived Sebastian and it's already good enough that he didn't throw you into the sea for you to die. Why would he still care about your life or death? Haha, you're really funny..."

"Perhaps if Sebastian knew that we have punished you on his behalf, he will express his gratitude to us."

"That's right, mom. We're too kind. We've wasted so much of our precious time to take things into our own hands. God will definitely bless us with a long life..."

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Dorothy waved the whip in her hand and looked at Yasmine. "In fact, I can't bear to ruin your beautiful face. How about you kneel down and bow three times to us? Then we'll let you go."

"Spit!"

Yasmine spat on Dorothy's face. "The one who should kneel down should be you. You must be dreaming if you want me to kneel down to you!"

Dorothy was enraged by her words. She shouted, "Tie her up!"

The men tied Yasmine up and then stood aside immediately. Dorothy lifted her hand into the air and threw the whip on Yasmine. Yasmine uttered a shrill scream, but Dorothy ignored it and whipped at her again. Yasmine's skin was torn open, and the two men who were standing aside couldn't stand

it anymore. One of them stepped forward and said, "Madam Ryles, just hit her on her body. Don't hit her in the face."

Dorothy was stunned and asked angrily, "What? Are you also tempted by this vixen's face?"

"No, it's just that I can't bear it any longer. Please have mercy on her."

"Oh, it's ridiculous. It's the first time that I've heard someone who works in your industry to mention the word "mercy". Don't you think that this word is not very appropriate for people like you?" The man's face sank. "It's better if you don't hit her in the face. It wouldn't do you any good if you angered her husband."

Looking at his serious expression, he didn't seem to be joking. Linda pulled her mother's sleeve and whispered in her ear, "Mom, listen to him. We better don't fight when the odds are against us."

Dorothy coughed twice and said, "Well, I know what I'm doing."

She raised her hand again and waved it on Yasmine's chest. One whip after another, Yasmine finally had lost consciousness, and her whole body was covered with blood.

It was only then Dorothy was satisfied. She threw the whip away on the ground and said, "All right, let's go."

The mother and daughter walked towards the door but Dorothy suddenly stopped. "Mom, what's wrong?" Linda asked doubtfully.

"This little b*tch has claustrophobia, doesn't she?"

Linda frowned and said, "Yes."

"We can't let her go so easily then," Dorothy ordered the men behind her. "Lock her up in the darkroom on the right side. Make sure the door is heavily locked."

Yasmine was carried into a small dark room on the right side of the abandoned building. After throwing her into the room, the door was mercilessly locked.

The endless darkness was what Yasmine was afraid of the most. After a long time, she woke up and noticed the darkness around her. Suddenly, she closed her eyes in panic and tears flowed out of her eyes. Her body was in tremendous pain and her heart was hurting even more. She dared not open her eyes and told herself repeatedly, "Yasmine Taylor, you can't collapse like this. You must hang on and continue to live. You must live well, because those who have brought you pain are still well and alive."

More tears flowed down her cheeks which was mixed with the blood on her body. At this time, she didn't know why had she missed her mother so much? Her mother would be heartbroken if she sees her in this state. For ten years, those who stepped on her still stepped on her. Because she had fallen in love with Sebastian, she had not changed at all.

Tiffany had been looking for her sister-in-law for more than three hours, but she could not find her. Sebastian realized that there was something wrong. He immediately asked Fynn to send people to search through the whole city. At dawn, Fynn returned to the hospital.

"How is it going?"

Sebastian asked eagerly.

"According to the middle-aged man who sold the potatoes in the south of the city, your wife was taken away in a van. At that time, she had just bought a large pack of potatoes and was going to take a taxi back. It was at that time that she was dragged into the van and the potatoes were left on the ground."

"What kind of van? Do you have any clue?" "There is none for now. We have to wait for the law enforcement team to go on duty so that we could find out the license plate number of the van from the surveillance video."

Sebastian's face was a little pale. He suddenly lifted the blanket that was covering his body and hurriedly changed his clothes. Fynn asked in surprise, "President Sebastian, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to look for her."

"No, you haven't fully recovered yet. The doctor told you to have a good rest. You don't have to worry about looking for Madam. You can leave the matter to me."

"I'm fine."

Sebastian insisted on leaving the hospital. Seeing that he had made up his mind, Fynn could not do anything but to let him do as he wished. They drove to the traffic law enforcement office and looked at the surveillance video on Sunrise Street. Soon, they found a white van with a car plate number 7738. The people on the van had dragged Yasmine, who was then smiling happily, into the van.