Fiona Gallagher Death Novels & Stories

"You’re a big fool. You played my daughter and lied to her. You lied to my daughter, and she fell for your stupid tricks. But don’t worry, you will have my company over my dead body." "We can make that happen, Arthur," I responded in a calm voice. "We can make it over your dead body if that’s what you want. I don’t mind. I mean, I have a lot of special skills. I could just add one more to it—killing. Not difficult at all. And where is this daughter of yours? Did you kill her as well?" Fiona had gone MIA since that day at the court. The media had stormed her home, but nobody could find her.

“Fine, fine. Let’s just let this issue go. It might really be a misunderstanding! By the way, Xena, you need to drink less and control your words. After all, misfortune comes from the mouth. Do you understand me?” Fiona looked at Xena, thought about it and said, “Oh yes, I heard that a lot of people died in the woods outside of the house yesterday. Is it possible that they were killed by Fane?” Xena immediately said in surprise, “Really? No way! I had no idea. No wonder I couldn’t reach my friend’s via phone. Fane must have killed them to get the money back!”

“She had cancer.” “But it was operable.” “She died during surgery.” “Of blood loss. It could have been prevented,” he answered. “There’s no proof it was murder.” She already tried to dig this up and she didn’t get anything. Her mother died of blood loss because of the delicate operation. She even signed a waiver about this. “But what if something else was there? Something— that you missed?” Fiona’s brows furrowed. She was a doctor too… she saw the result of the post mortem examination. She knew it was inevitable. Before she could say anything, Luca handed her his phone, showing her an email. “What’s—”

"I'm not running. We don't know George's death has anything to do with this. We don't know how he died." "Mugging." Ghost turned his phone to face them, the news headline clear. "See?" Fiona waved a hand at Ghost. "Who gets mugged first thing in the morning outside a downtown skyscraper? Doesn't your building have security? Shouldn't someone have seen something? Hm?" Ghost's glare wasn't friendly. "You want to go back? Fine. It's your death." "Ghost-shut up," Marco snapped. "What do you know? How do you know that?" Fiona was yelling now.

Fiona's pov I had rehearsed in my head how I was going to surprise Phillip, when I walked in smiling to tell him that I had secured the deal and the finance company had agreed to invest millions into his company. With my handbag clutched in one hand and my laptop tucked under my arm, my heart was so full that it almost hurt. I thought that afternoon would be one of the happiest days of our marriage. Instead, I saw my husband’s bare back and Amanda’s hair spread across my pillow. He held her in place while his sweaty back humped forward and backwards against her outspread legs.

Harper asked. "She has been a bad person all this year's and equally killed your dad who you all think is dead, she killed him the day before yesterday and also she killed Aurora's mom, so Mrs Fiona was Arrested and at jail she swallowed her surgical tooth which caused her death" the Officer said as more tears rolled down. "So where is her body right now?" I asked "It has been taken to the mortuary" the officer said "We are going with you to see her body" "No problems"

The bright lights and busy streets from the night had helped her calm down as she drove into the curb of a nightclub. Her mind was still wavering from what she had heard earlier. “He killed Aunt Fiona?” As Aunt Fiona was her mother's sister, her mother talked a lot about how Fiona had died in a fire. And now she heard Herron confess he killed himself, that not only did he kill Fiona, but he killed Ezra and her suspicions about Alpha. Ezra’s death was real; he killed so many people. “Ugh, I need a drink,” she mumbled out as she walked into the club.

“Then… she suddenly came around. I don’t know why. One day she just stopped. Cleaned herself up, took the job and completely keeps her head down now.” I leaned back, lips curling faintly. “It must be a miracle.” Fiona glanced at me. “Or fear.” “Same thing, sometimes.” “And Ginny?” I asked quietly. Fiona’s gaze hardened. “She is still in prison.” I nodded slowly, unsurprised. “How about Howard?” I already knew the answer before she spoke. “He’s dead,” Fiona said flatly. “Heart attack. Stress-related, according to the reports.” I let out a small breath, something between a laugh and a scoff. “Figures.”

Why would he lie? I didn’t dare say anything, though. Cathal was capable of a lot of bad things. God knows I had been through nothing but hell in that household. The look he gave me indicated he expected me to play along. No wonder Orla had made sure to groom me. It was so I could meet a stranger and be introduced as his dead daughter. “She’s very shy,” Cillian commented, his rich English accent shining through. “I thought she died, Kavanagh. The Cartel attacked and killed her along with your wife. At least that’s what people say in the streets.”

To get Carl's attention, Fiona jumped off a cliff. He never came for her, and just like that, her life was over. … Two weeks later, I was out checking on a new medicinal herb when I found out she was dead. Professor Reed was the one who broke the news. He let out a sigh, saying how life could turn on a dime and how people change without warning. I muttered something in return. Fiona and Carl felt like names from another life. They were far-off echoes I could barely place anymore.