Fiona Gallagher Death Novels & Stories

I had no appetite and I definitely wasn’t feeding that psycho. She was going to die anyway. I was going to make sure her body is never found. I had tore up all the photoshopped pictures she had of us both. Who knew I had agreed on a blind date with someone so insanely obsessed with me. By the time Diego found him, he looked so shaken even after confirming it was me. And he started to beat himself up for not digging deep enough to realize Fiona was working with Gael. If he had knew, he would have tracked her down and they would have found me sooner. I was told Gael was in jail. And he never for once spoke about Fiona.

Then she heard Sharon say, “That’s right. I was the one who sabotaged your car. I caused your car accident, but… it was you who wronged me first! You and Sheryl wronged me!” Fiona spoke with more and more hate, but halfway through, she started crying instead. Not sure from regret or resentment. Sharon was shocked. She stood there, forgetting to leave. Everybody said Silas Zachary died in a car accident. Nobody would have thought that there was a conspiracy in this—it was his wife who killed him! Listening to Fiona, it was he who had wronged her. Otherwise, she would not have been so ruthless. Sharon saw Fiona burn a photograph in front of the plaque. “Didn’t you like her? Okay then, let her

Marcello said and my anger rose. I slammed my fists on the table and shot him a murderous glare. “She is not Fiona Walsh, do you understand.” I rose on my full height and pointed my finger at him, “Do not dare to compare her with Fionna. She was weak. She trusted that fucking bastard. She chose to trust her brother over my love. I could keep her happy. She would be alive today if she had chosen me but she was a fool who thought Faolan Walsh would accept me as his sister’s husband. He killed her brutally in front of me. I saw her bleeding to her death, her breathing stopped in front of me, those green eyes closed in front of me. I can’t forget her last moments. Her face dances in front of my

I asked him. “I thought you will end up like her, the palace is in an uproar.” Orel said, clearly still not making sense to me. “Like who?” I asked frowning and when he looked at my eyes, his voice went soft. “Gwenn, Faye is dead. She was murder last night.”

she sobbed as she kept thanking me, and I returned her smile. Dad and I talked to her about the necessary arrangements for moving them out from here as Jordan, who had moved outside to answer a call, came back with a pale look. “What’s wrong, Jordan?” I asked immediately after noticing how worried he looked. “Fiona’s dead.”

Fiona nods, shaking and lowers her head in submission. "Before I go, I want to know. Why does Lizzie 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 Lizzie 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.

Fiona looked up at me with tear filled eyes, and tear streaked face, but she didn't say anything. "Let's go in," I told her, and we walked silently to her bed. I have so many questions on my mind, but I know now's not a really good time. Fiona was emotionally down, and throwing questions at her didn't seem right. "There's a bug in my room," Fiona said, breaking the silence. I stared at her with my eyes wide open. "Do you mean someone is listening in on our conversation right now?" "Not anymore though," Fiona said. "Tiana is locked up and Tony is dead."

Fiona's fingers had just closed around the gun when the blade hit her. Dead center in the chest. She gasped—a wet, choking sound—and looked down at the dagger protruding from her sternum. Blood bloomed across her shirt, spreading fast. "No," she whispered. "No, this isn't—I was supposed to—" She tried to raise the gun anyway. I was already moving, closing the distance, my hand on her wrist, twisting the weapon away. Fiona's legs gave out. She collapsed to her knees, blood bubbling from her lips.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

Again. But with Doctor Bever in jail and Spencer no longer covering for her, Fiona's luck ran out. The Wore family was drowning in their own mess, leaving her completely on her own. One stormy night, she died alone in an alley near the hospital. Rumor had it she was skin and bones, her mouth stuffed with rotting, maggot-ridden food. A brutal end for a brutal life. *** Spencer showed up at my grave again looking rough—dark circles, unshaven, totally wrecked.