Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Tiffany felt a surge of exhilaration after ending the call with such decisiveness.

Meanwhile, Kenneth was left dumbfounded. Tiffany always reacted with meekness and caution, no matter how harshly he spoke. But this time, she had actually cursed at him and hung up.

Looking at his phone, Kenneth sneered, “Playing hard to get, aren’t you?”

On the other side, Tiffany felt satisfied, thinking. This is just the beginning, Kenneth Harper! Soon, I’ll break off this ridiculous engagement between us!”

After cutting off the call with that scoundrel, Tiffany immediately dialed home. The sound of her mother’s worried voice nearly brought her to tears. In her previous life, her family home had burned to the ground while she was still in prison. By the time she was released, all that awaited her was a lonely gravestone.

Everyone had said her mother died by suicide, setting the house on fire, and Tiffany had naively believed it-until she later discovered her uncle had cruelly murdered her mother. Tiffany choked back her tears. “Mom, I’m fine. I miss you and want to come home.”

Her mother, assuming her daughter had been bullied, quickly replied, “Alright, come home now. If anything is bothering you, we’ll discuss it when you return. Where are you? I’ll come and pick you up right away.”

Tiffany gave her mother the address, but her water-damaged phone became unusable as soon as the call ended.

Determined to make it easier for her mother to find her, Tiffany stood up and limped forward. However, after only a few steps, she heard a mu**d groan from a nearby grove, accompanied by a thick, metallic scent of blood.

Having endured countless hardships, especially the years of abuse while in prison, Tiffany had transformed from a helpless young lady into someone tough and formidable. Her senses were sharp, and her instincts were honed.

Tiffany hesitated after hearing the noise. She wasn’t one to meddle in others’ affairs, but a memory flashed before her eyes.

story about Richard Hampton from the powerful Hampton family. She remembered reading about how he had been ambushed and how he collapsed from severe blood loss after escaping. Although he was later rescued, the Hampton family had

racing. Could the person in the

synonymous

power and prestige throughout the city. It

patriarch’s youngest son, the backbone of the family. A prodigy with extraordinary talent, Richard was a prominent figure in the business

options. Making a good impression on Richard might prove invaluable if she ever needed the Hampton family’s

at first, she eventually stumbled upon a large pool of fresh blood beneath a tree. The amount of blood indicated that the person

still wet. Hence, she

rush of wind, like someone was about to strike from behind. Instinctively preparing to dodge, she suddenly

exquisitely chiseled,

Richard scrutinized her with a piercing gaze, his

Richard’s voice carried an imposing

blinked innocently at the man. “I heard some noise while passing by and thought I’d check it out. Are you alright? My family is coming to pick me up, and I could take you

remained cold. “Get lost,” he

rude, Tiffany thought, momentarily stunned by his response. She turned to leave, but after a few steps, she heard a heavy thud behind her. Glancing

Tiffany muttered under her breath, grumbling about his earlier attitude as she returned to check

large, deep wound on Richard’s abdomen was bleeding profusely. Seeing no one else around to help, Tiffany tore off her thin

act of defiance, she tied the bandage into a neat bow, letting

much better,” she said with a hint of satisfaction, clapping her hands as she stood up and left