Novel & Cerita Who Is Fiona In The Giver

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Ez.” But he didn’t know how wrong he was. Fiona leaned back in her chair. “If you really want to survive this, you’ll need more than courage. You’ll need to remember what she was running from—and why she chose you.” “Why me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Why not someone else?” “Because,” Fiona said, standing slowly and walking toward a tall, dusty cabinet. “She gave you her eyes. Her fire. Her fight.” She opened the cabinet and pulled out a small, black box. When she turned to face me, her expression was no longer amused—it was grave.

“The girl who saved you is Franco’s real and only daughter, Fiona!” “Fiona,” Nimi muttered as he slowly stepped forward and took his seat in front of Aiden. “How come jenna was the one in the picture at the public appearance and then Fiona was with me,” “Who exactly is Jenna’s father then, there’s something you’re not telling me Aiden what is it!” Nimi growled as he leaned into the desk towards Aiden. “Ahh man, look at me, thinking you stormed into my office because you had a successful job done, now this?!”

She loved to hear tales like these. "I didn't even know what was going on at that time. I was only interested in Athena so I didn't quite fancy any of them." "Who's Fiona though?" Daniel, who had been listening, asked. "Oh, Fiona's is Griffith's daughter. But she's dead. Athena executed her." "Yeah, you said so." Daniel said with pity in his voice. Ciara, who was still watching the young ladies, suddenly had a wicked idea. She pulled Alex by the arm till he was close enough to her. She raised her tiptoes and whispered into his ear.

But one thing was definitely certain, whatever her answer is right now will decide if she gets to live or get sent to the moon goddess. She mumbled some words incoherently. "What was that?" "I - I'm Fiona," she managed to say as a ghastly whiteness spread over her face. "Fiona who?" I inquired. "Fiona Macleod," she replied, as she avoided my gaze. "Macleod?" The last name rang a bell. I furrowed my brows as I tried to remember where I heard the name. It was the same surname as my supposed bride. I remember Rick telling me my supposed bride is Gamma Ferguson's daughter.

She can only conclude that Isabella is hiding her identity from Lan because she's having what belongs to him, yes, that can only be it. “So what's this new identity of hers?” She asked, glaring at her son. How she wishes, that her kids are also Lan's. Wouldn't it be amazing that she and her husband share grandkids with Larry? “Fiona Johnson, she's now the daughter of Mrs Ebele Johnson and her husband James” Fred responded. “Hmmm Fiona Johnson” Anna grumbled quietly. Meanwhile, at this time, Fiona woke up with a sniff. She sniffled three times and found herself in an unfamiliar arena. Her hands were chained above her head against a pillar.

Hilda asked. “Because I know who Gabriel is,” Fiona replied. “He’s too calculative. He only gives his respect and attention to people based on their worth… their position. I’m just an orphan. A low-ranking member. The only reason I’m even allowed to stay in this city is because of Kyline’s family.” Hilda looked at her, puzzled. Did Fiona even hear what she was saying? It was obvious there was something between her and Gabriel. She had caught him looking at Fiona countless times.

She might fall into her trap! Fiona jumped into action. She quickly hailed a cab to catch up to them. After Larissa got into the car, she gradually calmed down. Although she didn't know Fiona that well, she knew that this young woman wasn't a bad person by heart. Why did she possess such a strong resentment toward Jessica? From what she remembered, Ambrose had once told her that Elon had a daughter. Since Fiona was Elon's daughter, why did Jessica say that she was also Elon's daughter?

She was pregnant. Well, it wasn't just any woman—it was Alaina Preston, Fiona’s best friend, the one she had confided in about her troubles with Jackson. Before Fiona went to prison, she could perceive scents of women on his clothes, and she could ask him about it, but he always assured her it was because he mingled with business associates, and it was nothing to worry about.

I shared, finally getting through my people step by step. “Fiona is a crazy girl. I’m sure she tried to get closer to my mother by acting all holy and sweet. And Just like that damsel said… Maybe someone, or should I say Fiona, did something to the others so she could win. I mean… You have seen the way she fights her opponents within a minute, right? I’m always surprised.” I shrugged, pointing that out. “That’s true.” “You know, I’ve been wondering how she does that. “Does that mean she has been cheating from the start?”

How could he just ignore her like this? Despite her anger, Fiona quickly realized who Zivon was walking toward… It… It was Jenna…! That b*tch…! Not wanting to be beaten, Fiona came running after him before calling out in an affectionate tone, “Brother Zivon…!” Upon hearing that familiar voice, Xavia was prompted to turn around… and she was just in time to see Fiona intimately holding onto Zivon’s arm with a bright smile on her face! …Why… were they together…?