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 of defiance against the

a triumphant smirk, she delivered one last, merciless

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

yourself for being

Tiffany’s body trembled violently, sinking

guttural roar tore from her throat, “Sandra Olson, you’ll

swamp, emerging as nothing more than garbled gibberish as mud and water filled her nose

Yet, the boundless hatred

clap of thunder echoed

leaves above, casting harsh rays on Tiffany’s face. She found herself sprawled in a field on

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

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

heart. Devastated, she had run off alone, getting lost in the rain. Eventually, she slipped, sprained her ankle, and passed out in the very

urge to slap her past self. But as she raised her hand, she noticed something strange. Her hands were fair and smooth, unmarked by the scars or excruciating

Sandra’s

on that stormy night? Or did I just…?’ Tiffany’s heart raced as she hesitantly

shot through her. ‘It’s not a dream, she realized with shock and disbelief as she

goodness! Thank God!” Tiffany burst

her past folly. She recalled letting