Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 567

A sharp cry echoed through the chamber, and half the walls were instantly blown away

From the shadows emerged Richard, tall and imposing.

His clear and elegant face was flawless, but his eyes were steeped in hostility A palpable killing intent radiated from him, his powerful mura carrying a sense of destruction so overwhelming felt as though it could make hearts quiver and courage fail.

Tiffany froze, the attack in her hand faltering.

The masked man before her showed no such hesitation. The short knife in his grasp closed in, aiming for her body Her lips trembled as she murmured. “James… Is it you?”

The masked man’s hand hesitated–just slightly, almost imperceptibly.

But in the next moment, the blade surged forward again.

A sudden gust of wind erupted, and an invisible force stopped the blade just short of its mark.

Richard strode forward. His gaze fell on the wound on Tiffany’s wrist, and a fresh wave of hostility surged through him. With a commanding sweep of his hand, he sent the masked man hurtling through the air.

The masked man crashed into the wall with a thunderous impact, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to retreat but found himself paralyzed under Richard’s oppressive aura.

Tiffany stepped closer, crouching slightly.

With trembling hands, she reached out and pulled away the man’s mask.

The mask fell away to reveal James‘ face.

It really was him!

The last glimmer of hope shattered within her. Her face turned ashen, and she let out a string of bitter, broken laughs. “James… Why? Why is it you? Why?”

This was the person she had trusted most, the one she was closest to.

Yet here he was, the one who had driven the knife deepest into her heart.

rise, but his injuries pinned him to the ground. With great effort, he

his murderous intent surging as

he could act, Tiffany took a step back. She looked down at James, her voice cold and steady. “Don’t call me that.

of her trust to him

guilt she’d carried for defying him in

that everything

‘How laughable, she thought.

straightened, turning her back to him. Only then did her tears

she met James when she was

smiled at her and said, “Call me James, and I

touched at that

along. He had merely been waiting for the

at the thought. “James, you’ve truly outdone yourself, spinning this honeyed web for more

faltering for

for my protection. But now I see it clearly. The reason you feared for my safety wasn’t out of concern for me–it was because my death would have jeopardized your plans, isn’t that right? No wonder you wandered aimlessly for so many years. I thought

you were doing that, running around, just to pave the way for taking my life. You must be

her eyes

strange pull when she entered this forbidden land—a summoning she couldn’t quite explain. It was because James had been subtly feeding her something over the years to suppress her

shadowy figure she had seen earlier today, the haunting voice in her mind that she had mistaken for her mother’s–it

woven so carefully, layer by layer, had finally ensnared her. And she had walked into it willingly, convinced it was

‘I was the one who

so cruel It’s one thing to lay your hands on me, but why June? She’s stayed by your

bitter. “How familiar those words are, Tiffany. Your mother once asked me the same thing. And my answer then was simple: my heart was already given to her. So tell me–where else could I get

the end, all he got was her last words to him. “Let go. I

ironic. How utterly pathetic,” he

you’re some tragic hero, giving everything and demanding nothing in return? Do you really believe your actions

would she be touched? Not to mention whether life will even work. But let’s say you succeed. Let’s say she returns. When this insane plan of yours to bring the dead back she finds out what you’ve sacrificed–who you’ve sacrificed–do you think she’ll look at you with love in her eyes?

and pasty things in the name of deep love was totally

it was still just a flimsy excuse for his

bring Faith back to life. When she wakes up, she won’t know any of this. I can

interrupted, her lips curling into a mocking smile. “Still clinging to your delusions? She doesn’t

expression crumbling into one of shock. A flicker