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.

how he

heart racing. Could the person in the grove really be Richard

synonymous

city. It was

was a prominent figure in the business world, holding the Hampton family together with his sharp insight and

weighed her options. Making a good impression on Richard

began a lengthy search. Though she didn’t find anyone at first, she eventually stumbled upon a large pool of fresh blood beneath a tree. The

blood, noting that it was still wet. Hence, she figured that the injured

from behind. Instinctively preparing to dodge, she suddenly reconsidered. Raising her hands in a gesture of surrender, she called out, “Wait! I’m not

slowly, only to face an extraordinarily handsome man. His features were exquisitely chiseled, exuding an

He looks incredibly young. Tiffany thought, while Richard scrutinized her with a piercing gaze, his expression

imposing

alright? My family is coming to pick me up, and I could take you to the hospital on the way,” she offered, trying to convey her good intentions, hoping to make a favorable impression on

expression remained cold. “Get lost,” he replied

stunned by his response. She turned to leave, but after a few steps, she heard a heavy thud behind her. Glancing back, she saw that

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

tore off her thin tank top and used it as a makeshift bandage,

of defiance, she tied the bandage into a neat

of satisfaction, clapping her hands as she stood up