Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

When Thalia saw Tiffany descending the stairs, she quickly rushed over. “Your foot hasn’t healed yet. Why are you coming down alone?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of concern and gentle reproach as she reached out to support Tiffany.

The Kelley family doted on their daughter immensely, so to others, Tiffany was undoubtedly the pampered young lady born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

Feeling overlooked, Sandra couldn’t help but feel a pang of dissatisfaction and even jealousy. She believed she was just as capable as Tiffany, but while Tiffany enjoyed privilege from birth, Sandra had to navigate her own lesser status and seek approval constantly.

Why should it be that way?” Sandra fumed inwardly, though her smile never faltered. She stepped closer, offering to help Tiffany to her seat, and asked with feigned concern, “How did you get hurt? Didn’t Kenneth take care of you?”

Sandra’s tone oozed with feigned warmth, and her overly familiar mention of Kenneth only underscored the simmering hostility beneath the surface. Knowing that Kenneth had rejected Tiffany’s confession earlier that day, Sandra’s casual reference to him seemed calculated, a deliberate attempt to provoke.

In the past, Tiffany had foolishly considered Sandra a sister and a confidante, sharing everything with her and even seeking her advice on how to win Kenneth’s heart. Yet, the more she tried, the more Kenneth seemed to despise her. Reflecting now, Tiffany could see that the warning signs had always been there.

Casually sidestepping Sandra’s offered help, Tiffany gracefully settled onto the sofa and replied coolly, “Oh? You like Kenneth? If that’s the case, feel free to have him.”

Tiffany’s smile remained unchanged, her expression as seemingly innocent and easy to deceive as ever. But Sandra suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Tiffany, what are you saying? I’ve never had any improper thoughts about Kenneth. I’m thrilled you’re marrying the man you love!” Sandra replied, her tone smooth and composed.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, her voice suddenly cold. “Sandra, do you know what your family’s real talent is?

“W-what do you mean?” Sandra stammered, caught off guard.

Tiffany’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she continued, “Your father’s shamelessness is almost admirable, your mother’s greed knows no bounds, and you… you’ve mastered the art of pretending to care so well that you’ve nearly fooled yourself.” Her words were laced with venom, leaving no room for politeness.

No one could fathom the depth of Tiffany’s loathing for the Olsons.

to what they did to my family these harsh words are nothing. Tiffany thought

her face a picture of hurt. “Tiffany! How could you say such things

cold gaze swept over Sandra, taking in the expensive designer clothes she

keep you here forever. Now that you’ve made yourselves comfortable in Lovell City, isn’t it time you packed up and left?” Tiffany’s voice was firm, leaving

been so direct. But today, Tiffany made her stance crystal clear, mocking

laden with shopping bags, entered the room, their expressions darkening as

family?” Stan retorted, stepping forward with Selena beside him, both ready for

though it was anything but friendly. “Isn’t

this family not only lacks shame-they act like they have every right to impose! Tiffany thought, her disdain

her voice trembling with feigned distress. “Mom,

looked ready to burst

gaze icy. ‘Sandra loves playing the victim. Who wouldn’t feel sorry for

ease the situation. “No, it’s not like that at all. Tiffany didn’t

go, the

disappointing. We cared for her so much when she was little, and now

this! You must be exhausted from shopping all

gentle and warm-hearted, like the warm breeze from the southern countryside. Though always kind to everyone, even the softest breeze could stir into a

have limits. Thalia’s breaking point

uncharacteristically sharp retort left the Olson couple speechless. Their anger simmered beneath the surface, but they hesitated

up outside caught everyone’s

the room with his

the opportunity to gain support, Stan immediately launched into his grievance. “Charlie, look at how your

“It’s clear we’re nothing but outsiders here. It’s a pity our