Novel & Cerita Scotty Doesn't Know That Fiona And Me

Underneath the headline, there is a blurred video of the prince drenched in the rain, going around frantically. Turning back to Fiona, I can't help but be curious. "Fiona," I begin, "how did you end up here, drinking alone? What about Micah?" At the mere mention of Micah's name, Fiona's demeanor shifts, and she starts to voice her complaints loudly. "Micah, Kieran," she begins with an exaggerated sigh, "he never listens to me. He does whatever he wants, and it's always about him." I raise an eyebrow, amused. "Oh, Micah, never listens to you, huh?"

Bradyn pushes me away. At this moment, my phone rings. "Catherine?" On the other end of the line, Catherine's sobbing breaks my heart. "What's wrong, Catherine? Don't cry, tell me slowly." "Damon, please come quickly, I need you." I wonder if Fiona had a conflict with her at the restaurant. I quickly leave Bradyn behind. However, before I leave, I still hold firm that I won't lose. "I'll never give up on Fiona. Just wait and see."

Liam, after a failed call to my phone, scowled at the screen. My mother stood nearby. "The child still isn't answering?" Liam grunted in affirmation, a flicker of unease crossing his face. Mom waved a dismissive hand. "She pulled this running-away stunt when she was fourteen. So dramatic. She has no consideration for everything we're dealing with, especially with Elara." Liam's expression hardened, and he put his phone away. I watched, the ghost of a sob catching in my non-existent throat. I'll never answer your calls again, Liam. Will you care?

He added, "You tried to hurt someone and just wrecked yourself. Chi semina vento... raccoglie tempesta." "I get it," I said flatly. Adriano looked thrown, not expecting me to just take it. His frown eased. "It's only postponed, not canceled. Once you learn, we'll move forward." I lifted my eyes, playing obedient. "I'll change." Inside, I was empty. Done with him. Wedding or no wedding—didn't matter. Sofia's smile said it all. She slipped her arm through his, face all fake concern. "Cassie will learn. She just needs a better doctor to speed her recovery."

Other farmers had reported break-ins and losses. Once he had seen Veronica settled at the house, he would have to come back out and check the fencing. She winced as the Land Rover hit a rut in the road, sitting up and just about managing to suppress a sharp cry of pain… Or at least, she thought she had suppressed it until she heard Sasha talking. “What is it, Ronnie? What’s wrong?” he asked her curtly. “Oh, my God! Would you stop acting like some kind of a mother hen? It’s nothing... I’ve got a simple headache, that’s all,” she stressed nonchalantly.

Fiona aaid, trying to lighten the conversation. Celina chuckled, appreciating Fiona's attempt to bring humor into the conversation. "Well, sometimes it takes a little more time and effort for people to recognize what's right in front of them," she replied with a playful wink. "But from what I've seen, Scott is head over heels for you now." Fiona's expression softened, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "Yeah, he really is," she admitted, her voice tinged with affection. "And I'm grateful every day that he finally saw what was right in front of him."

After accidentally discovering that my boss owes loan sharks 50 million dollars, I start scrambling for a way out of my contract with the company. Just as I'm wondering what to do, a string of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Poor Lindsay. That idiot boss of hers plans to use the company's livestream to launder money and pay off his debt." "The moment she goes live, the entire sum becomes her personal liability!" I'm the company's cash cow, trapped in an ironclad contract, yet I don't have a shred of evidence to take to the police. Just then, Tasha Moore, one of the company's rookie streamers, walks over with a sweet smile and hands me a glass of water. "Lindsay, I heard you'

It was only when the final box of alcohol was placed down that I began to wonder if I actually saw Gerald in the bar. At the center of the bar were beautiful young dancers singing and dancing along to the music, hyping up the customers. The flashing lights made them mesmerizing while cutting me off from them, acting as a divider between our worlds. "Wendy, do you want to check upstairs?" I was currently crouching behind the bar as I took a break and stared down at my phone's screen that was displaying the last message Gerald sent. 'Babe, I have a company event tonight. I won't be back for dinner.'

Someone's voice behind me carried a little too far. Scott heard it too. He didn't react, just handed me a check. "That project you wanted? Fund it yourself. And Leila, don't act like I've treated you that badly." He raised an eyebrow. "Learn to please me better, and maybe you'll be worth a little more." *** The train wreck of a party finally ended. Scott left, Gigi draped over him, wasted. They didn't even wait till they were out of sight—just started making out under the garden lights.

The girls act like they don't see it and just shrug it off. “Don’t get your hopes high Syd, they are only playing with us,” Nia said while drinking a coffee. “I don't think they are, we aren’t together so they can do whatever they want…We are just their friends…nothing more and nothing less,” she said and hid her sadness.