Spy Family Fiona 소설 & 이야기

“The spy is already in place near Morgan. Now we’ll just wait to see whether that woman truly intends to take him. If she does, I’ll get rid of her!” While Fiona was in her room, the laptop she usually used for work suddenly turned on, as if a hacker were controlling it remotely. Fiona was shocked when she saw a video recording appear on the screen. “What is this? Ah… no, it can’t be.” Fiona suddenly screamed in fear. ---

"Fiona is dead." * * *

“No, you’re my buddy, I trust you" That was all Elena needed to hear, she was reminded of her place, her mind became clear as she remembered she was indeed a Spy sent to dig out dirts in the company so of course Fred will choose to believe John, she stands no chance at all and he was mad at her at the moment. Her mind drifted away from what they were talking about and she got up and walked out of the office, her phone started ringing and she picked it up. Seeing it was Mr Jem calling, her composure brighten.

I said, referring to my brother. “Who is this person you speak of?” “Fiona. My stepbrother's wife.” I stated. Again I could hear murmurs among the people present. I saw Tony exchange a look with the man, and he nodded at him. The man cleared his throat, a sound I was beginning to hate. “Fiona, who you claim is your evidence, was found out to be a spy for a rival pack and was punished adequately,” the man said. “What do you mean by being punished adequately?” I wanted to know.

"Like this? Fiona emerged from behind the rose trellis, my phone clutched in her hand. Amelia's messages glowed accusingly on the screen. The world seemed to freeze. Emilia's shocked gasp, Fiona's cold fury, the gathering pack members drawn by the commotion – it all faded against the roaring in my ears. "I can explain," I whispered, but the words sounded hollow even to me. "Explain what?" Fiona's voice cut like ice. "How you've been feeding information to our enemies? How you betrayed Callum's trust?" "It's not what you think-" "I think it's exactly what it looks like." Fiona's eyes blazed with fury. "You're a spy, Olivia. A traitor. This hung in the air like some foul fume released within i

“No, Lyla. I pity you. You had a family, comfort, everything, yet you threw it all away chasing shadows. Whatever game you're playing, it’s going to end soon.” Lyla’s eyes flashed with panic for a brief second before she masked it with rage. “You’re going to regret talking to me like this.” “No, you’re going to regret underestimating me,” Fiona said firmly. “Because when the truth comes out—and trust me, it will—I’ll be right there watching your little world collapse.” With that, Fiona turned and walked away, leaving Lyla frozen in the hallway, her hands trembling. Damian sat quietly beside Aria, watching her sleep. Her breathing had steadied, but the slight crease on her brow made it clear—

Cindy explained. "When it comes to you, Cindy, we don't need proof; we believe you," I promised. "Who exactly is it?" Rafael asked, but Cindy remained mute. "Tell me who it is." When Rafael raised his voice, Cindy flinched. His hand was balled, and his eyes were gradually changing color. "Rafael, your father, Elliot, killed Fiona!" _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Weak and unconscious, Sapphire dropped to the ground as her vision blacked out. *** An Hour Later... "Oh my, it's already late and Fire isn't home yet!" Fiona went tro and fro like a tickling clock. Anxiousness laced her voice, she picked up her phone and called her daughter's number. "You shouldn't worry, wifey. Our daughter is no longer a baby." He tried to calm her down.

“Prove that you are not in league with the Blood Mistress and a spy for the Heathens.” Anaztasia grabbed her hand towards the corner so they may converse privately but she refused to be moved from where she was standing. “Rozelyn. We are here to announce our invitation for marriage and not to fight for Fiona’s status whether she’s a spy of the enemy or not,” Anaztasia looked at her straight in the eye to let her know that Fiona is no such thing. “Why not?” “Because—” “Yes, I’m a spy.” Fiona bravely stated it, without any sort of doubt or fear.

She sat up, left her chest bare, then grabbed a gadget from inside her bag on the nightstand. "Dad?" she murmured,. Steve sat down as well. He enveloped Fiona's upper body with the remaining strands of the quilt. His bead looked at the woman who was picking up the call. "I'm at a friend's house. Why?" asked Fiona. The girl listened for a moment to the father talking behind the phone. Until the end, the bead was manned. "Huh? Arranged marriage?" ***