Fiona Wedding Shrek Novels & Stories

She looked ethereal, radiant, and yet undeniably sexy. Shane’s eyes widened in admiration as he stood up and walked toward her. Haley, holding the skirt of the dress, looked at him with anticipation. "Well? How do I look?" Shane’s gaze was intense, his voice rough with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I imagined." This wedding dress was custom-made, the only one of its kind in the world. Fiona spent a full three months designing it, with an extended train and intricate traditional Birkham embroidery.

I collapsed to the ground, my body trembling with the weight of my realization. I, Fiona, was nothing but a pitiable laughingstock! No way! There's no way I'll swallow this betrayal in silent, letting them have the satisfaction of seeing me broken! I will not crumble just because of a man. On the contrary, I will show Damon that I could thrive without him. In an instant, a wild idea sparked in my mind. Today, I, Fiona Isabella Green had to have a remarkable wedding, but who said the groom has to be Damon?

How could I convince her that she was still the woman I wanted, the woman I’d built my future around? Fiona shook her head again, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I came here tonight because you invited me. Because you promised me that this sham of a marriage wouldn’t change anything between us. And now I see you with her, kissing her, looking at her like...” She broke off, her voice cracking. “Like what?” I demanded, my chest tightening. “Like she’s more than just a pawn in your game,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

a man’s voice demanded. "My name is Diana Wilson. I was here yesterday to see Mr. Matthew Smith. Gordon Smith… dropped me off. I’m his wife." Silence. Then: "Hold on. I’ll confirm." I waited, swaying on my feet. I must have looked pitiful: hair plastered to my face, shoes dangling from my hand, feet coated in dust. The carefully styled bride was gone; what remained was a sweaty, broken girl who looked like she’d crawled out of the earth.

With me newly married and about to dive into national-level work, I'd been flagged as high-priority talent. After that, she finally shut up. And not long after the wedding, Leona found out she was pregnant. At our daughter's baby shower, Beatrice e-walleted me a million dollars with a note: [This was supposed to be your wedding gift—consider it like we got married.] I shot back: [Save it. The profit shares you promised me back then are worth way more.] She didn't reply. Next day was her engagement party with Joseph. She was eight months pregnant, ready to pop. But she skipped the whole thing—holed up with some secretary who happened to look like me.

she cut him short Samael let them have their conversation but he was starting to get bored now and he needed to get married to her as sooner as possible, he glare at Ian who immediately retreat and lead them to a beautiful decorated hall full of different flowers Shaina look in admiration at the beauty and smile satisfied, ‘this is it’ she whisper to herself and cross her arms with his, together they walk down the aisle and stop at the altar “Since this is a private wedding, the couple read their vows themselves” Mr. Fisher announced to the two Shaina breathed out slowly and look into the pairs of eyes in front of her, the colour look so beautiful that she couldn’t help having a long stare a

“Sharon? Did you bump into her?” Fiona snorted coldly. “It’s not that I bumped into her. But… Simon took her to the Zachary household. He and Sharon are now married on paper, and she’s become my sister-in-law!” Sally’s expression abruptly changed. It took a long time before she managed to utter, “Are you joking with me, Mom?” “Who has the mood to joke around with you?” Fiona scoffed and narrowed her eyes at her. “By the way, can you tell me honestly who was the man you found for Sharon back then?”

Christ. I grabbed my water bottle and took a long drink, trying to ignore the incessant buzzing. But curiosity—or maybe just irritation—got the better of me, and I picked up the phone to scroll through the messages. Fiona: Jameson, please call me. We need to talk. Fiona: You can't actually be going through with this wedding. Everyone knows it's not real. Fiona: She's not right for you. You know that. I know that. Everyone knows that.

I just wanted to get this over with so I could drown myself in work and forget this circus. Fiona walked in, head held high, clutching a massive white-and-pink bouquet, a two-million-dollar Prada veil covering her hair, and a gown that screamed royalty. Fifty million dollars on a wedding dress—because what better way to show the world you’re marrying Jordan Denver than to walk down the aisle looking like a damn queen? Faces turned toward her, strangers smiling as if they were paid to look happy. Rob patted my shoulder again, and I forced a nod as Fiona reached the altar, standing beside me, moments away from becoming Mrs. Denver.

I wouldn’t let this little thing see me in tears or plead for her mercy. "You see, I got the wedding ring while you only have the fake engagement ring," she mumbled, showing off her wedding ring right in my face. "pft! It’s such a shame." Fiona said and walked to pick up an already prepared bucket of mud water, which hasn't been oblivious to me all this while. She took it and walked back to me. She splattered it all over my beautiful dress.