Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Just the thought of it made Morwen tremble uncontrollably. If the princess recognized me, what would become of me as the Saintess? In the face of supreme power, everything I had would be meaningless! What did it matter to be a Saintess? Ultimately, I was still just an enslaved person beneath the royal family!”

Moreover, during the turmoil thirteen years ago, when the princess stepped forward to calm the subjects, Morwen had intended to end her life with a vase. However, all she managed to do was injure the princess, causing her to bleed profusely.

At that moment, a servant risked everything to rush in and save the five–year–old princess, taking her away along with the Treasure Box, and they both vanished without a trace from that day forward.

Morwen had once sent people to relentlessly hunt the princess down, convinced she would not survive. Reports from her subordinates confirmed that the princess, who had escaped amidst the chaos, was as good as dead.

Finally, at ease, Morwen ascended to great heights within the Azure Sea Royal Family, earning a status that led others to regard her as half a princess.

But now, the was back ating nightmare loomed before her. Morwen thought about why the princess had returned and why she was back again. She trembled all over, uncertain if it was fear or anger coursing through her.

The two maids nearby quickly wrapped her in a blanket and asked with concern, “Miss Xanthus, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

“Did you just see her?” she asked

“Who?” The maid asked, puzzled. “Are you talking about the young lady from the Kelley family? I saw her, but is something wrong?”

She thought, “Why did Miss Kelley’s arrival leave the usually composed Miss Xanthus so shaken?”

Morwen paused, momentarily taken aback. She remembered the face so clearly–even after thirteen years–because she had served the princess for several years. That familiarity meant she could recognize it instantly.

Besides, no matter how many years had passed or how much a person’s appearance might change, that striking elegance in her expression had only grown more captivating over time. It was an innate, unreplicable nobility that radiated from deep within.

Yet to others, even if the once radiant princess stood before them, they wouldn’t recognize her. They were neither familiar with her nor truly knew her. After thirteen years, the delicate five–year–old had blossomed into an eighteen–year–old with striking beauty.

close family, it would be surprising if anyone else

very statement had struck her. Morwen was taken aback. She pondered, “That’s right, the princess of the Azure Sea Royal Family, the sole heir to the throne; how

two people

and immediately ordered her subordinates, “Investigate Miss Kelley. I want a complete record of

“Yes, Miss Xanthus!”

the car stopped before a Eukiman villa in the hills, just five miles from Royal Bay. Surrounded

feeling somewhat pleased. It was the place she had arranged to be purchased before her

its collection of rare plants and herbs. In terms of wealth, it was the only entity capable of maintaining

years and was still in disarray after the previous internal conflict, making them somewhat

in terms of status. A union would make them even stronger if no one

darkened slightly.

her subordinates brought the documents and placed them in front of her. “Miss Xanthus, everything you asked me to

for her relentless pursuit of her foolish fiancé, she later transformed into the city’s most beautiful woman and was famously proposed to by Richard as the adopted daughter

no longer secrets,

read through the information line by line, her heart sinking further. The records on Tiffany were indeed very detailed, but there were no photographs

years.

their birth daughter, but she had not been raised with them until she was five years old. At that time, the

family on the cruise raised questions about Tiffany’s

reasoning, it could be inferred that the Kelleys officially adopted Tiffany as their biological daughter when she was five. It meant that Tiffany

face turned pale. A five–year–old child could remember many things, including the vase she had shattered and the crime

from her hands and scattered on