Fiona Wedding Shrek Novels & Stories

"Who the fuck gave you permission to marry someone else?! You can only be my woman! I was blind before, I see that now. Can you just give me one last chance? Olivia, I'm begging you to come back..." Cold sweat and tears mingled as I shivered painfully in my sleep. It wasn't until my mother pushed the door open and shook me from the nightmare that I woke up. "What's wrong, Olivia? What did you dream about that scared you so much? If you really don't want this, we'll call off the wedding!" "If my daughter doesn't want to get married, I don't care if the entire Falcone family is standing at our door. I will throw them out myself!" I quickly grabbed my mother's cool fingers.

Zaphr gave a non-committal shrug but his enigmatic eyes were twinkling. “Shivani, you are getting married?” “The news has spread.” Shivani gave a wry smile to her only friend. “The wedding is next week.” “Congratulations?” Those weren’t in order but Shivani threw her arms around Zaphr anyways. She was going to miss him and the companionable silence he offered. He stood there like a goldfish for a while before he awkwardly patted her back. “I will miss you, Z.” “It is Zaphr.”

In the past, I would've run off crying. But now, I just rubbed my sore shoulder and faced his friends with a slight smile. "Well, since I'm already here, aren't you guys going to give me a wedding gift?" Tina Jones, who had been standing off to the side enjoying the show, looked shocked at my words. "Wanda, you're not actually treating this like your wedding, are you? Easton, this is getting out of hand. Did we go too far?" Tina was the woman Easton loved the most.

Lorenzo rolled back to the drivers side and locked his chair back in position. “The wedding was lovely. They had a gazebo out back. There were probably about thirty or so people.” “Ria…don’t you dare…” “Oh. And when Felicity slapped the shit out of Sheena. Oh my god. It was like the movies.” Lorenzo pulled back out onto the road, hitting the wheel with his hand. “Fucking stop! That’s so rude! You could have waited and invited me! How could I miss your wedding?” The fake crocodile tears egged me on.

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.

Lora finally admitted. "I knew she was the one, that really cute." I said with admiration. She was Lora closet cousin, we usually hang out together when we were in college. Lizzy gasped. "No way, the Fiona that we usually hang out together. The cool Badass cousin." Lora nodded. "Yeah, she is getting married in at her dad bitch house on Saturday." "How cute, a bitch wedding. Totally on my bucket list." "Wait, isn't she the lesbian?" Lizzy asked.

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.