Fiona Gallagher Death Novels & Stories

And when the palace realized that the two of us together were the biggest draw, it didn’t take a genius to realize that it would be better if I became the consort to the hereditary princess of Salasia. As for Connor Gallagher, he’d died within three months of the story breaking. We hadn’t heard another word from him since that fateful day at the estate. Niamh, softhearted as she was, had attended the funeral, along with Liam. Neither sibling had shed a tear. “Sorry, sorry, I’m here.” Niamh straightened her tiara. “Is it falling off? I feel like it’s falling off.” I made her stand straight so I could inspect it. “It’s fine. You look beautiful.”

Gale had her buried before she had woken up. She led the way, and in no time I saw the small grave, beside it were lilies planted around. I knew Gale had done that because of how Fia loved the flowers. He was such a thoughtful partner. Fia dropped to her knees, in front of the grave. I saw her shoulders shake uncontrollably. I watched helplessly as she cried, knowing no amount of my comfort would make her feel better. She needed this moment to herself. All this while I saw how she tried to put a strong wall between how she truly felt about her loss in front of people. I crouched down, close to her, as I noticed her sobs began to die down.

But the gala was not a blur. The gala was crystal clear. Every detail of it sitting in my chest like broken glass. Vivian’s betrayal. And Killian — Killian who I had given everything to— standing at that microphone and believing that I could betray him. Three years together and he had not hesitated for a single second. Had not pulled me aside. Had not looked at my face and thought wait. He had just said ‘remove her’ and turned away. I kept scrolling with hands that would not stop shaking. There were photos. My face on every screen attached to words like former and late and deceased.

So, I decided to clear things up right there in the comments and show everyone what kind of man he was. Less than a minute later, I received a call from him. "What the hell did you write under my post? What are people going to think of me when they see it? I already explained everything to you. "Cecilia doesn't have much time left. Can't you even fulfill this one wish of hers?" When I didn't respond, his tone became harsher. "How did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you, Fiona Sinclair? Do you really have the heart to let her die without leaving anything behind?"

I said casually, "did you hear about the nurse who used to care for Sheila’s mother at the former hospital? She was found dead this morning in a motel." The moment the words left my mouth, Fiona choked, spitting her water out in shock. She coughed violently, her eyes wide with panic. I shot up from my seat, rushing to her side. "Fiona! Are you okay? You should be more careful." She nodded quickly, still coughing slightly. "I’m fine," she croaked, wiping her mouth. "I just… wasn’t expecting that." I looked at her curiously, wondering why she had reacted so strongly. "Are you sure? You seemed pretty shaken up."

Fiona nods, shaking and lowers her head in submission. "Before I go, I want to know. Why does Kat think you're dead?" I ask. Fiona looks up at me nervously, "her father did die in a car accident; the thing was, he was my mate and I was too much of a coward to be a mother.. Especially with the handful that Kat was. I couldn't do it alone. I ran away, and let the police believe I had died with her father." She answers my question fully. I swallow and nod, I am disgusted with her lack of worry or concern for her child!

Fiona nods, shaking and lowers her head in submission. "Before I go, I want to know. Why does Kat think you're dead?" I ask. Fiona looks up at me nervously, "her father did die in a car accident; the thing was, he was my mate and I was too much of a coward to be a mother.. Especially with the handful that Kat was. I couldn't do it alone. I ran away, and let the police believe I had died with her father." She answers my question fully. I swallow and nod, I am disgusted with her lack of worry or concern for her child!

There are only three people with access to raw Tarevine. Micah. The Blood Fury Pack. And- I shoot up to my feet and reach for my phone. I need to talk to Kieran right now! Several dots click together all at once. The moment I open the dial pad, Kieran’s name flashes on the screen. Before I can say a word, he beats me to it. “Fiona, the killer we caught at the fake wedding? My men just found him dead, murdered in his cell.” Alarm races through me and paranoia grips me as I rush towards my windows and shut them close.

That five-year-old child was still heartbroken over Yvonne's arrest, utterly unaware that the adults downstairs were grieving for her real mother. The media quickly got wind of the story. [Business Tycoon Kathleen Sullivan Dies of Cancer at Age 29.] [Shocking! Sullivan Family's Adopted Daughter Suspected of Murder.] [Exclusive: The Truth Behind Kathleen's Final Days.] The hospital investigation results came out as well. The painkillers Kathleen had taken would indeed accelerate organ failure, and she had chosen them while fully conscious. In other words, her death was a calculated act of revenge. Police found more evidence at Yvonne's home. She had been slowly poisoning Kathleen and secretly

“That’s not a plan, settling down with one woman anytime soon. Samara and…. What’s the other one with the blue eyes and ginger hair?” “Katya,” he offered with a knowing smirk. I always forgot her name. “Yes, her. They’re good enough for the time being. Tell me, what’s the news?” He wasn’t convinced, but he scratched the scruff on his jaw and gave me a curt nod. “Right, the crazy news. It’s the Irish. Sean Gallagher passed away last night. Turned out he’dbeen battling health issues for a while now, but they kept it to a minimum.”