Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

All the tender affection vanished.

Richard was stunned. He slowly looked down and saw that his white shirt was stained with blood, and an extremely sharp dagger was stabbed into his heart.

In front of him, Tiffany’s eyes were cold and distant. Little did anyone know the struggle in her heart and how hard she was resisting internally.

How she wished that it was all a dream. But it wasn’t. The reality was she stabbed him, and she was pushing the dagger further in inch by inch.

Tiffany could feel the dagger in her hand ruthlessly pressing into Richard’s heart. Bit by bit, it cut open his flesh, and blood oozed out. She pressed harder into his heart without hesitation.

Richard didn’t dodge or move, but his dark and deep–set eyes were filled with disbelief. “Tiffany…” He called out her name, and it was a cry of pain and shock.

John and the others, who were guarding outside, sensed that something was wrong. They immediately rushed in and saw what happened. Tiffany was smiling beautifully like an angel, whereas Richard stood straight and tall.

The two of them stood close to each other, and it was supposed to be an extremely loving and beautiful scene. Sadly, a dagger had penetrated Richard’s chest as he shared this intimate moment with Tiffany.

Bright red blood trickled down the handle of the knife, staining the carpet under their feet. The warmth was gone. What was left was and there was only coldness and a heart of stone.

John widened his eyes in shock. In the next second, his heart was filled with anger and worry. He immediately rushed forward with his men. “Mr. Hampton!” he cried.

“Get out!” A strong gust of wind blew, and all the men, including John, who was worried about Richard’s wound, were sent flying.

The entire room was in a mess, and the gust of wind wreaked havoc. All the men who were sent flying were smashed heavily against the wall.

wrathful. His handsome face had turned vile. His eyes were filled with

the king rages, a massacre

matter how violent the gust was, Tiffany was left unscathed. Even

It was as if she was being

her body was out of her control. She heard herself saying, “Richard, do you think I really

His scorching and sharp gaze was about to put

betrayed her. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I hated you from the very beginning. All I wanted was to get back at

and her flawless face radiated the

untouchable, so I figured,

car, her voice dripping with lazy mockery. “Didn’t think

moment she finished speaking, Richard hurled his arm and grabbed her neck. Tiffany didn’t struggle. Instead, she said firmly, “You won’t kill me

couldn’t bear to. This man, who had no weaknesses, was defeated by the woman he loved most. He could’ve killed her right there and then, but he couldn’t bring

Tiffany’s neck. Very shortly, the poison spread, and his hands

She smeared the dagger with poison. Was she worried that I wouldn’t die from the fatal blow?

for Tiffany. Her smile had him wrapped around her finger, making him

up from the ground and dashed to support Richard. The latter’s wound was too deep and the bleeding wouldn’t

spreading rapidly. It looked

hatred. He looked at her as if he wanted to eat her up. It was the _complete opposite of how he used to smile at her like a

wasn’t for the fact that Mr. Hampton didn’t want to harm you, I would’ve

carried Richard and left the place with his men. “Where’s Mr. Pauley? Find Mr. Pauley! Hurry!” John was

of the room next door. He gently