Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Thunder rumbled ominously overhead as rain began to pour, drenching Tiffany Kelley. She collapsed onto the muddy ground, her body battered and covered in blood.

A woman loomed over Tiffany, pressing her foot against her back with a triumphant smirk. “Tiffany Kelley, always too proud to back down. Fine, I’ll break every bone!” she sneered, signaling the two men behind her.

Despite the relentless torture and her weakened state, Tiffany stubbornly lifted her head, hér eyes blazing with defiance as she met the woman’s gaze.

Though Tiffany was covered in blood and grime, her eyes burned with fierce intensity. They were vibrant and alive with anger and hatred, and the sheer force of her glare sent a shiver down the woman’s spine.

The woman hesitated for a moment, startled, but quickly recovered. “What are you waiting for? Throw her in! I want to see how a dead woman can still oppose me!” she snapped viciously.

“Yes, ma’am,” the men responded in unison, moving swiftly toward Tiffany. They kicked her into the nearby swamp as if she were nothing more than a discarded sack.

Tiffany felt the cold grip of doom tightening around her. Though unwilling to surrender, she could only curse herself for falling into such a dire situation.

As her consciousness began to slip away, memories from her past flashed before her eyes.

Tiffany was the cherished daughter of the esteemed Kelley family, adored by all who knew her. But her life unraveled when she made the mistake of trusting the wrong person

She had been engaged to her fiancé for five years, and out of blind loyalty, she took the blame for a crime she didn’t commit. This fateful decision severed her ties with her family, triggering a cascade of tragedies: her father’s death from grief, her mother’s suicide in a fiery blaze, and her brother’s poisoning, which left him mute and mentally impaired.

Instead of the love and recognition for which she had sacrificed everything, Tiffany was met with cold disdain from her fiancé. “Do you think you deserve it?”

The words cut deep, a cruel mockery of her sacrifices. ‘Deserve it? What a twisted joke, Tiffany thought.

bitter laugh welled within her, a final act

a triumphant smirk, she delivered

Tiffany, I forgot to tell you,” the woman sneered, her voice dripping with malice. “It was me who pulled the plug on your father’s oxygen supply. It was me who burned your house to the ground. And your brother? I poisoned him. As for

only blame yourself for being so naive, making it so easy for me to take everything

body trembled violently, sinking deeper into the swamp. Her

with fury, blazed with unquenchable rage. A guttural roar tore from her throat, “Sandra Olson, you’ll die

by the swamp, emerging as nothing more than garbled gibberish as mud and

dark. Yet, the boundless hatred within Tiffany refused

echoed ominously through the

felt a scream tearing from her throat, and then, suddenly, her eyes snapped open. Bright sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting harsh rays

realized this was the day of her eighteenth birthday when she had carefully planned an outing to confess

had cruelly d her sincere confession. In front of everyone, he had coldly said, “Tiffany, give up already. Even if you yet awkward were the

the rain. Eventually, she slipped, sprained her ankle, and

urge to slap her past self. But as she raised

Sandra’s

I… dead? Didn’t I die in that swamp on that stormy night? Or did I just…?’ Tiffany’s heart raced as she hesitantly moved to pinch herself, trying to make

and disbelief as she felt the pain. I’ve gone back

God!” Tiffany burst out laughing,

folly. She recalled letting her cruel uncle, Stan Olson,