Does Fiona Get Custody Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, so you think because you’re dating Sebastian you’re better than me, ugh?” She yelled. “Look, Fiona, I’m not here to fight with you. Heck, Tiffany and I won’t be here if it weren’t for the court order, but unfortunately we are, so where’s Bruno? If he isn’t home, we can do this next week or never at all. It’s not like he wants to do this anyway.” I sighed. “You won’t be able to get rid of me that easily. I’m committed to following the court order to the end, or rather till I can get full custody of her.” Bruno said as he suddenly appeared behind Fiona.

And within those two full moons, if you don’t come and plead for your life, plead for me to give you your baby, then I will not do anything about it. I will make sure to do everything in my power that Fiona does not give that child to you. And the only option that you have to take your child and go and perform the ritual is for you to gain custody of the child. You and Fiona have to divide the custody of that boy between yourselves, and you do it by Fiona's rules. Whatever she wants stands.

Celeste stated as playfulness completely dissipated and was replaced with a serious and intimidating aura. She leaned over a bit and crossed her arms as she stared at the couple in front of her. "I'm not sure if you had talked about this yet but there are two options for Fiona after this legal war is over." She paused a bit and observed the expression of the couple but of course, she can't read them. She sighed and rested her back on the couch. "After Tracy Amster lose the custody, Fiona would be going back to Sunny Orphanage, or we could file for adoption. You both know you're eligible to adopt her, right?"

“Stop being childish. The company is already giving me enough problems as it is.” Then he hung up. Fiona stood there, furious and sick at heart. But one thing was clear. She was never going to let a mistress’s daughter take what belonged to the York family. What was hers, she would take back. When she sat down again, her thoughts were a mess. She had always believed that, with Xena’s help, getting into the civilian projects division would eventually open the door to the core team. But now, if Xena and Felix had really broken up, did that mean Fiona had just lost her only chance of ever making it into the core team?

Fiona was eager to test Damon's boundaries. However, Damon didn't seem interested in her at all. The less interested he appeared, the more he piqued Fiona's appetite. How in the world could there be a man she couldn't conquer? Impossible! Harry confined her two children, and Fiona knew she couldn't get them back on her own. Harry's stance was clear. Either she handed over custody of the children to him, and they would each get a third of his inheritance when they grew up, or he would get Fiona back on the condition that she signed away her inheritance rights.

Fiona and he divorced last year, with their overseas properties seized and auctioned. That same year, Fiona had returned to the country with Eva and latched onto Lionel. If she truly loved Lionel, why maintain ties with her ex-husband? Unless… A shocking realization exploded in my mind: What if, from the very beginning, Fiona's true target had been me?

Fiona yelled as she ran toward me. I put my arms out to stop her from getting to close to me. She stopped, and looked at me funny. “I am NOT here to get her out. She will remain here until her execution tomorrow.” I stated. “But she didn’t do anything wrong.” Fiona argued. “Fiona, she murdered Brinna, with the help of your father. She is exactly where she belongs.” “She…..but….they….no….that can’t be right. She wouldn’t do something like that.”

"Teresa said if she couldn't testify, she'd 'make a scene at the courthouse door.' Maria threatened to put Fiona in front of the judge if necessary. I thought it was safer to let them in." I almost laughed. Almost. The courtroom was full when I walked in. On one side, Daniel and his lawyer, with faces of people who still believed in an impossible victory. On our side, Helen, pale but steady. The little old ladies in the front row, Teresa holding Fiona in her lap (yes, the chicken got in). And Gustavo beside me, with the evidence folder. The judge entered. Everyone stood. Silence settled. "This court is now in session to judge the emergency motion for custody review filed by the petitioner, D

It was obvious Fiona had known the result before even showing up in front of my parents, but something still felt odd. “My grandchild will live with her father and experience fatherly love, period,” Mum cuts in, her tone filled with certainty. I felt trapped. She placed her hands on Fiona's thigh with a slight flash of smile. “Thank you for bringing her home to us,” she said, and Fiona nodded.

The woman was so full for tricks under her sleeves, may it be clean of dirty she was sure to use them anyway. “What do you want?” She asked again. “I want to have my daughter's full custody...” When her eyes narrowed, he added calmly. “Faye is a Fernandez and she will remain as one. It's time she started living as one, too.” “My, my...“ She smiled tauntingly. “Aren't you full of jokes today, Fernandez?”