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.

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

murderous intent surging as he prepared

back. She looked down at James, her voice

her trust to

carried

turned out that everything was

‘How laughable, she thought.

turning her back to him. Only then did her tears fall, unchecked and

when she met James when she was just

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

was deeply touched at that

all along. He had merely been waiting for the right opportunity–waiting for the path of sacrifice to fully take

truly outdone yourself, spinning

froze, his expression faltering for a brief

reason you feared for my safety wasn’t out of concern for me–it was because

her voice tinged with irony. “I didn’t know you were doing that, running around, just to pave the way for taking my

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

she had mistaken for her mother’s–it had all been an illusion and part of his meticulous

layer, had finally ensnared her. And she had walked into

‘I was the one who were helping him profit off my

be so cruel It’s one 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

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

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

How utterly

think this is love? That you’re some tragic hero, giving everything and demanding nothing in return? Do you really believe your actions justify themselves because of the

she knew what you’ve done? If she learned that her life came 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.

all sorts of mean and pasty things in the name of deep love was totally a

end, it was still just

can do it. The Treasure Box can do anything! I can bring Faith back to life. When she wakes up, she won’t know any of this. I can make sure she never finds out. Then she’ll be with

you, she’ll prefer to die,” Tiffany interrupted, her lips curling into a mocking smile. “Still clinging to

of shock. A flicker of self–doubt