Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Tiffany started sneezing the moment she stepped into the house.

Her mother, Thalia Kelley, was both angry and heartbroken at the sight of her disheveled. daughter. “Tiffany, did that Harper boy bully you again? Look at you, drenched from head to toe! How could he not care for you or at least bring you home?”

Tiffany would have defended Kenneth in the past, making excuses for him and trying to persuade her family to accept him. She even argued with them numerous times over it.

But Tiffany wouldn’t do that anymore. Not only was Kenneth not a good person, but she also felt deep guilt toward her family. Even enduring her mother’s endless chatter felt like a blessing now, a far cry from the cold gravestone she had faced before.

Feeling a sting in her nose, Tiffany hugged Thalia’s arm and nestled into her warmth. After at moment, she said, “Mom, I want to break off the engagement with Kenneth.”

“What?” Thalia was stunned. She had suggested this previously, only to be met with Tiffany’s fierce resistance. Her daughter’s infatuation with Kenneth had made her deaf to reason, But now, she was the one bringing it up.

“Are you sure?” Thalia began, her voice concerned, thinking that Kenneth must have hurt her daughter deeply. “You won’t regret it later?”

“Never,” Tiffany replied, smiling confidently, her radiant beauty now shining with newfound determination.

“There are plenty of good men out there. Why should I waste my time on him?” Tiffany said, her voice laced with a deep, unshakable pride that seemed to be etched into her very being.

Thalia felt a wave of relief hearing Tiffany’s response. She also noticed something different about her daughter-an air of maturity that hadn’t been there before.

“Quick, have some milk and take a bath. We can’t have you catching a cold,” Thalia urged, her voice concerned. “And after your shower, I’ll tend to your injuries. Even a sprain needs proper attention.”

one of her helpers at home to help

passed her younger brother Eric Kelley’s room. Upon entering, she found the eight-year-old curled up on the bed, engrossed in a video quickly hid his console and grumbled,

game. He

had discovered that a poisoning incident had left her brother mute and mentally impaired for life. Now, seeing him vibrant and full of energy, scolding her with his sharp tongue yet still showing his care, Tiffany couldn’t feel anything

Tiffany’s affectionate gaze, Eric mumbled, “Why are you

home, showering everyone with hugs and kisses except their father, who hadn’t returned from work

acting strange,

to say I love you,” Tiffany replied, blinking playfully. She laughed heartily when her brother tossed a pillow at her,

had shoved aside and began typing furiously, muttering, “Damn you, Kenneth Harper! How dare you

into Kenneth’s

helper entered the room, ready to tend to her injuries, but Tiffany smiled and gently took the ointment from her. “I’ll take care of it myself,”

nodded and

then moved to sit in front of her vanity mirror. Her reflection showed her eighteen-year-old self: fair skin, delicate features, red lips, and white teeth. She had inherited the best traits of her parents, making her a striking beauty who stood out

in her past life, she had wasted that beauty, lowering herself for a

smile deepened as she gazed at her

thought, a cold laugh escaping her

around Thalia, her voice dripping with sweetness as she said, “Aunt Thalia, look at this scarf I

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family scene. But the scene reeked of cold disdain to Tiffany, who stood at the top of the staircase with her arms crossed as