Stop It She's Remarrying by Stellar Strands

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Chapter 1061

Life was short. They should dedicate their life to things that they were interested in! And not start a fight with

another person every day… That was a waste of life and time!

“Alright, let’s go!” Mr. Thomas said as he grabbed Mrs. Thomas’ hand. “The older you are, the less considerate you

become. You even want to fight with me in front of the kids!”

After Mrs. Thomas closed the door to her daughter’s room, she immediately shot back. “You want me to be

considerate? After all the unscrupulous things that you did? First, it was the Halls. Then, it was my family! Is

everyone just a stepping stone for you?!”

Esme glared at the door and listened to the fight outside.

She mumbled, “So… Everyone’s parents are the same. They just use each other.”

Fia had just slept when the light on the ceiling suddenly lit up.

The man’s voice through a voice modulator sounded.

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She opened her eyes and looked at the screen that was also her ceiling.

The screen was dark, but there was a small lamp in the corner.

She thought that the lamp looked familiar, but couldn’t remember where she had seen it.

Maybe it was deja vu?

That feeling of strange familiarity toward someone or something despite having never seen it.

The man said, “Tomorrow’s Conrad and Esme’s wedding. How can you still sleep?”

Fia then said numbly, “Didn’t you say that you’ll help me have my revenge?”

The man stayed silent.

“I want to have some good sleep now. I’ll wait for your good news,” Fia said.

The man continued, “What do you want me to do?”

Fia smiled wickedly. “Anything that you can do.”

“For example?” The man asked with a low tone. He wanted to see how much potential this woman had.

He had taken in many disciples but was happy with none of them!

“Reveal who Esme is during their wedding. The entire process,” Fia said softly.

The man let out a laugh, and then said, “You’re ordering me to do all this?”

“I’m not ordering you. I’m simply saying what you want to do.” Fia closed her eyes as if she was uninterested in

anything. “You’ll use me to get what you want anyway. I’m simply making a fair trade.”

“Hahaha!” The man let out a hearty laugh. “You looked like a fool, but you kept your cool. I believe that you’re more

suitable to be my slave than anyone else.”

Fia smiled, a reflection appeared in her eyes.

She whispered, “I wish to go and congratulate the newlyweds tomorrow.’

“I’ll fulfill your wish!” And then, the ceiling returned to darkness.

Fia opened her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks.

She turned around, wiping her tears with the pillow without saying a word.

She then consoled herself. “Sleep well. We have a tough fight tomorrow.”

She didn’t know who the person that kidnapped her was, or what he wanted out of her or anyone else.

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But everything she was going to face tomorrow would be quite dreadful.

She wondered if witnessing the wedding between Conrad and Esme itself would be enough to break her.

She couldn’t contemplate it. She refused to think about it.

She forced all her thoughts out of her mind and wanted to go to sleep.

Meanwhile, a blonde man with green eyes sat on the sofa and observed Fia closing her eyes. through the security

system.

“Britney.”

“Yes,” Britney said. Her voice had already partially returned. It no longer sounded like croaking.

The man asked, “Do you think she’s really asleep with her eyes closed? Or she’s just pretending?”

“I’m not interested,” Britney responded.

The man glared at her icily as Britney raised her head to look at the screen.

After analyzing it for a moment, she said, “While she’s closed her eyes and looks like she’s asleep, she’s awake.”

“How did you figure that out?” The man chuckled. “She acted the part. I almost missed that.”

Britney said, “Someone who’s asleep will eventually slow down in their breathing. Her chest is rising and falling

quite excessively. Not to mention that her hands are still curled into fists.”

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