Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 1242

Fia didn’t answer him.

Lucifer said with a smile, “I won’t mistreat them. I have no other family. I’ll treat them as my own flesh and blood.”

Fia simply said coldly, “My children should take my last name.”

“Fia, you can’t even use your real name. How can they? Aren’t you worried that Conrad will take your children away from you the moment he recovers his memories?” Lucifer said slowly with a relaxed tone.

Fia could feel her blood boil as she said, “You promised that you’ll set me free once I’ve

finished my last mission. I will then take my children away from here! To a place where no one will know us!”

Lucifer paused for a second as his grip on the phone tightened. “Well, if you can complete the mission.”

“Then what is my mission? Can you please tell me already instead of wasting my time?!”

Fia was losing her grip.

As long as she was not given her mission, she would have to look at Conrad every day and that disrupted her everyday life!

What was more terrifying was that he was trying to recover his memories. With how observant he was, he would get suspicious the moment he saw Adrian’s eyes once he recovered his memories.

“Conrad’s not doing that well lately,” Lucifer said.

Fia’s body tightened. “Lucifer, don’t tell me my last mission has something to do with him!”

“You’re right,” Lucifer sighed. “It has something to do with him.”

“…Are you crazy?!”

“If you want your freedom, then you need to prove that you no longer love him. Help me. complete some tasks and I can give you the freedom you crave. Then, I can make sure that he’ll never find you so you can live a happy life together with Adrian and Irene.”

After listening to Lucifer’s words, Fia almost lost her balance.

She gritted her teeth and asked, “What do you want me to do?”

“For the time being, just make sure that you stop that heart of yours from falling in love with him again. You don’t need to do anything yourself for the rest. You simply need to support me,” Lucifer said as he sipped from a glass of wine. “Also, remember this. I don’t expect you to do anything of your own initiative, but do not get in my way and interrupt my plans.”

Fia then remembered Beryl and asked, “Did you bribe his mother?”

“Oh, Fia. Didn’t I just tell you not to interfere? Got it?” With that, Lucifer hung up the call.

When she got back to the living room, Fia realized her hands and feet were both frigid cold.

Even when her children joked with her, all she could do was to give them a smile as her mind was in a mess.

She simply wanted to check if Beryl was Lucifer’s minion.

She didn’t want to do anything, but Lucifer was already warning her.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Mom, your hands are so cold. It’s freezing out there on the balcony. Don’t pick up calls there anymore,” Adrian said gently.

Irene nodded. “He’s right. We don’t mind listening to you and Daddy chatting.”

“That’s right, Daddy is so gentle. He won’t start a fight with you.” Adrian couldn’t stop when it came to how good his father was.

“Mommy, I want to be a man just like Daddy. I want to love my wife and children, and not make them angry!”

Fia looked at Adrian. She almost couldn’t hold it in and cry.

Lucifer had maintained such a good image in front of her children that even she almost forgot just what kind of a person he truly was.

Five years ago, he made everyone dance to his tunes. Everyone was like puppets he manipulated with his strings.

In the end, that man was as cold as he ever was.

“Adrian, Irene, I want to tell you something.”

Fia held the two children’s hands. She then said as she looked into their eyes, “Daddy and I aren’t really husband and wife. He’s not your father.”

“What?” The two children looked at her with mouths agape.

“I know that you can’t accept it so soon, but I have to tell you this. Five years ago, I was heavily injured. Your daddy saved me. He then saved all three of us when I was giving birth because I almost died while giving birth to you two.”

Fia tried to be as gentle as she could, worried that she would hurt the twins.