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.

injuries pinned him to the ground. With great effort, he extended a trembling hand, trying to wipe the tears from her

intent surging as

before he could act, Tiffany took a step back. She looked down at James, her voice cold and steady.

of her trust to him unraveled in

him, the guilt she’d carried for defying him in the past–it

that everything

‘How laughable, she thought.

Only then did her tears fall,

remembered the day when she met James when she

he had smiled at her and said, “Call me James, and I protect

touched

her life, and her origins all along. He had merely been waiting for the right

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

expression faltering for

think you did everything for my sake, 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 just tirelessly

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

closed her eyes

quite explain. It was because James had been subtly feeding her something over the years to suppress her talents and abilities, ensuring she would be powerless when the

mind that she had mistaken for

her. And she had walked into it willingly, convinced it was her own path

bitterly, ‘I was the one who were

thing to lay your hands on me, but why June? She’s stayed by your side all these years, and yet you can betray her so heartlessly. Do you even have

heart?” James burst into laughter, his voice sharp and bitter. “How familiar those words are, Tiffany. Your mother once asked me the same

deep as the sea. But in the end, all he got was her last

ironic. How utterly pathetic,”

love? That you’re some tragic hero, giving everything and demanding

at the cost of her daughter’s, 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

things in the name of deep love was totally

just a

to life.

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

into one of shock. A