Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

It was a fleeting glimpse in the forest, but Tiffany’s stunningly beautiful face and the overly delicate bow left an indelible mark on Richard’s memor

Richard gave Sidney a firm smack on the back. “Stop gawking and place a bet.”

“What?” Caught off guard, Sidney replied without thinking, “Who should I bet on?”

Richard, composed as ever, pointed towards Tiffany below. “Her.”

The bets remained open until the very end, and while everyone’s attention was on the arena, few noticed that someone had just placed a one-million-dollar bet on Tiffany to win.

As Tiffany lazily released her first arrow, the crowd watched intently. The arrow sliced through the air with impressive momentum but, to everyone’s surprise, dropped to the ground without grazing the target-missing by a wide margin.

Laughter erupted from the audience. “I knew it! She’s just a pretty face, nothing more!” someone jeered.

“Yeah, all flash and no substance! What a joke!” another chimed in.

“Looks like we’re in for a good show today. That strip dance is definitely happening!” someone else cheered, the excitement growing among the onlookers.

Amid the roaring laughter, Tiffany remained composed, her face a mask of indifference as she loaded her second arrow. But she missed again.

The crowd’s laughter only grew louder. Tiffany missed five consecutive shots in a flash, not earning a point.

To win now, Tiffany would need to hit the bullseye with each of her next five arrows. But the crowd scoffed at the idea, doubting it was even possible.

Ged laughed so hard he clutched his stomach, pointing at Tiffany as he banged on the table. “Just admit defeat! If you beg me now, I might let you get away with only stripping halfway!”

Given the warm weather and her light attire, Ged clearly implied that she’d have to dance in only her undergarments.

Tiffany cast a cold glance at Ged before drawing her bow again. Time to get serious, she thought

already been decided, and there

someone scoffed as the chatter and ridicule continued

from the second floor, shook his head in disbelief. “She’s going to lose, he

leaning casually against the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression relaxed but his tone

until he glanced back

“A perfect ten!”

arrow, striking the bullseye

ceased abruptly, stunned by

every shot. Many wondered if this was sheer luck, like a

hadn’t been paying close attention earlier quickly concluded that she must have

unflappable. Without hesitation, she

scored another perfect ten. And then, in rapid succession, her remaining three arrows. hit the

score of fifty

realized Tiffany had intentionally missed her first five

of ten. It was a devastating victory, making it clear

with just Ged as a

bet 200 thousand dollars on Tiffany!” The crowd was shocked, realizing that every cent they bet on Ged was

platform, she glanced at Ged, a faint smile on her lips. “Go on, dance. Make sure everyone gets a good look at

it too late to back out?’ Ged wondered, thinking of making a quick escape. But before he could move, someone

in chants, “Dance! Dance!

handle losing?”

with shame, Ged reluctantly started to dance, his movements stiff and awkward. As he swayed his hips and began stripping,

inconvenience her family’s driver, she was about to hail a taxi. But just as she stepped outside, she ran into Kenneth and Sandra, who

We were worried someone might have bullied you. Are you okay?” Sandra’s words dripped with insincere concern, and her tone was deliberately laced with affection

found it laughable and turned to leave, but Sandra suddenly grabbed her arm, her sharp nails digging