The Seventh Bride

Charles Nangong finally stepped forward towards the big bed, while when Ivanka Bai saw him walking towards her, she
instinctively shrank into the middle of the big bed.
Charles stood in front of her, looking down at her condescendingly, his voice was as cold as himself, "I heard that you can cure
my illness?"
Ivanka opened her mouth. She can cure his illness? What does it mean?
She didn't even believe it herself, but he actually believed it?
"I'm asking you." Charles leaned forward, clasped her chin with his jade-like slender fingers and lifted her up, forcing her to look
at himself.
For a moment, he saw the shadow of the woman in her eyes. He felt that way when he first looked at the photo. Because of this,
he agreed to the old madam's arrangement to marry her.
Knowing clearly that the woman in front of him was not her, he still married her.
In the dark night, she could not see his face clearly, but was shocked by the two beams of light in his eyes.
Ivanka hesitated for a few seconds before replying with a trembling voice, "If... I said no, would you let me go?"
"What are you thinking?" Charles suddenly let go of her chin and ordered, "Take off your clothes."
"I can't..." Ivanka clutched her pajamas tightly. This man was so terrible that she didn't want to have sex with him. In panic, she
turned and fumbled down the other side of the bed. However, Charles was a step ahead of her, grasping the corner of her
pajamas with a sharp action.
"A gentleman uses his tongue but not his fists! Don't pull my clothes!" Ivanka struggled to get rid of him, and got out of bed
quickly.
Charles was irritated and went around from the end of the bed to her, grabbed one of her arms and violently smashed her back
onto the bed, then pressed her and pulled off her pajamas.
Ivanka suddenly felt her skin cool and knew that she had been stripped. She struggled with shame and anger, "Charles
Nangong! How can you bully a weak woman like this? I will sue you for rape...!"

Charles was not shaken by her threats and struggles, his sturdy body pressed against her, and while occupying her body without
tenderness, he whispered coldly in her ear, "I hope you are the right person this time, otherwise you will end up like them!"
Ivanka listened to his words with a huge chill in her heart, just like them? Who were they referring to? Were they his six dead
wives who could not survive the wedding night?
She stared at the blurred face in front of her with horror, gritted her teeth tightly, and did not dare to speak anymore.
He didn't know how to cherish and love a woman.
Ivanka couldn’t get away from him, so she could only grit her teeth and endure it. After a long time of tossing, Ivanka didn’t know
whether she fell asleep with exhaustion, or was tortured to faint by the man. Her consciousness disappeared little by little until
she didn't know anything.
Ivanka had a dream in which there was a blazing fire. Her sister Vivian stretched out her hands to ask her for help. She said that
she used to be bad to Ivanka, and she should not purposely make things difficult for her and bully her. She said she didn't want
to die and she didn't want to be disfigured.
Then, a flame rose into the sky and swallowed her sister instantly!
"Vivian!" Ivanka screamed and sat up quickly from the bed with cold sweat.
Everything in front of her was so strange, she had never seen it before. She sat on the bed in a daze, only to realize that her
body was as painful as falling apart.
The memories before going to bed became clear bit by bit, the appearance of Charles, the scene when Charles pressed on her
body, she lowered her head and saw her naked body. Then she turned her head and glanced at her side, there was a naked
man she could see vaguely!