Scotty Doesn't Know That Fiona And Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

He scowled at the disruption, muttering, "Seriously, who's ruining the moment now?" However, his irritation melted away when he saw the name on the screen. "Got to handle something at work, babe. I'll be back," he said, slipping into his jacket and heading out the door. I did not miss that the caller was 'Fiona.' I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and followed him, stone-faced, ready to uncover whatever secrets he was keeping. I trailed behind Charles until he pulled up at a swanky, members-only club on the outskirts of town. Fiona was there, waiting. She practically leaped into his arms the moment he stepped out.

Jonathan asked Chris who his cousin's brother was. "Nothing." Chris replied. He glanced at the two girls next to him. He felt familiar but couldn't remember anyone. Clara dragged Dove with her to see the two men get up to leave the restaurant. Dove chuckled at Clara's funny stalking action. She did not expect ice queen Clara to have such loving moments.

Are they off somewhere getting married? After everything he said at the club about not wanting Angela, I thought things may be better once I got back to work today. Clearly not, though. He’s gone, and now I’m left to stare at my computer screen while trying to figure out what to do with my life. Tears burn my eyes as I squeeze them closed in an attempt to block out the pain that claws its way through me. Ryan “Hey, Fiona, could you help me find the file for…” Fiona sniffles and blinks slowly, staring at her computer in a blind daze as she straightens a stack of papers in front of her. She doesn’t see or hear me as I approach, her attention unfocused and not unlike a zombie as she moves slugg

"Do I look that desperate to you?" "We all know the clauses of that goddamn will, Dante. I am sure you are cooking up a storm in your head. You have three months till your thirtieth birthday. And if you don't have a bride till then, then you will lose everything to some goddamn foundation." Maybe it was not a bad idea to tell my sister what I have been plotting. I had no doubt that she was on my side or not but I just needed to be sure her conscience didn't get in the way. "But Fiona is not the woman for that."

"There's a gentleman outside asking for you, Ms. Sinclair. He claims he's your husband." I was caught off guard when I heard that. It took me a moment to realize that the person outside must be Lucas. I didn't know what he wanted, but I still motioned for Jordan to bring him in. Lucas stormed into my office, sat across from me, and threw his bag on my desk. "What kind of idiots are you hiring, Fiona? They don't even recognize me. Fire them at once! "Also, why did you block me? Even if you're jealous, you should at least know when to stop."

Luca laughed. Fiona rubbed her leg against him, and Luca let out a low groan. "By the way," Fiona whispered, "your American fiancé... she won't find out, will she?" "Please. She’s an idiot. I could sell her and she’d help me count the cash." "Hahaha! I almost feel bad for her!" Their voices faded, but every word was etched into my brain. I took a deep breath and walked out. I made sure to make enough noise with my heels before pushing the door open.

Fiona As Tristan and Tessa’s men stormed my place, chaos erupted in the room. The clatter of shattered glass and shouting voices filled the air. I had anticipated this moment for weeks, fearing the worst. Tessa's men, driven by their relentless loyalty to their leader, were here to abduct me, while Tristan’s men had come to rescue me. Caught in the middle, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotions.

“Him again.” Kate sighed, pointing to the shelter fence. Scott was fixing a loose section. He’d been in town for two weeks, silently showing up around the shelter every day, mending things. “Tell him to get lost,” I said coldly, disgust clear in my voice. “Elena…” Kate hesitated. “He looks like he’s really trying. Maybe—” “No maybes,” I cut her off. “You don’t know what he did.” I pushed open the door and walked straight to Scott. He immediately put down his tools, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

Unfortunately, she was in for a disappointment. I sighed. This was the first time I didn't start a fight with her. "It's very pretty," I said. When Remy didn't get the conclusion she wanted, she stared wide-eyed at me. "What did you say, Fiona?" "I said," I repeated, "it's very pretty."

I just wanted to save a little money, but I never thought things would go out of control. "You, Mr. and Mrs. Stafford, have always been kind to me, so why would I ever want to hurt you?" When she lifted her head to look up at me, her face was smeared with tears. "We're best friends, and I was just too dependent on you. I was just terrified that you'd abandon me in the future." I looked down at her before yanking my arm back with all my might and pushing her away. Shoved off balance, she tumbled back and humiliatedly landed flat on the floor.