Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Seeing him momentarily stunned, Sandra quickly tugged on his sleeve and urged, “Kenneth, you should really talk to Tiffany. She was so upset yesterday that she even mentioned. breaking off the engagement with you!”

Kenneth snapped out of his daze, his expression filled with disdain. “Good riddance!”

‘Not like I wanted this engagement anyway, Kenneth thought, rolling his eyes internally at Sandra’s words. However, Tiffany remained unfazed, her eyes still calmly fixed on her book as if his presence was of no consequence.

Just then, the school bell rang, signaling the start of class. The noise in the classroom quieted down, except for Ged Moody, the boy who was punching and still bleeding from his nose.

After getting permission to go home, Ged threw a parting shot at Tiffany, “If you’ve got the guts, meet me at the Dark Arena after school. I’ll make sure you learn what it means to be put in your place!”

The Nocturne Arena was the largest underground competition and betting in Lovell

Venu City, where competitors had to agree on a wager before the match, one they were bound honor.

Tiffany knew Ged was trying to humiliate her further, and while she initially had no intention of indulging him, she realized some people needed to be put in their place.

“Sure,” Tiffany replied casually, confident that taking down an arrogant fool like Ged would be no challenge.

And just like that, the bet was set, sending a wave of excitement through the entire class.

“Tiffany is setting herself up for embarrassment!” one of the classmates said.

“Or maybe she’s trying to get Kenneth’s attention by doing this?” another replied.

“Whatever it is, I’m going to watch it too. It’ll be great to record how badly Tiffany gets humiliated. I can’t wait!” the other classmate said.

“Kenneth, are you going? You could step in

going,” Kenneth replied dismissively. His disdain for Tiffany was

reply, Sandra couldn’t hide her secret delight. As the school day ended, nearly the entire class streamed toward the Nocturne Arena, eager to witness Tiffany’s impending

‘Can Tiffany handle this?

Tiffany, are you ready for the

targets before returning Ged’s gaze with a knowing smile.

idea I’ve been practicing archery since I was eight. Is he competing against me in this?

Getting cold feet already? Remember that backing out

leaned in closer, his voice laced with malice as he loser has to perform a strip dance right here, in the middle of the arena. Think you can handle that? And

the stakes. “Here’s

as whispers and murmurs filled

in big trouble

live it down!” a third

archery challenge was all about target scores. Smirking, Ged tried to appear generous. ‘I’ll give you a

steady and composed. “Let’s

clear that

anger. “You ungrateful brat! Don’t come

organized a betting pool. Nearly everyone placed. their money on Ged to win. Only one person bet

first arrow fly, and

in cheers. “Go, Ged! It’s all on you if

His face flushed with excitement as