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.

to rise, but his injuries pinned him to the ground. With great effort, he extended a trembling hand, trying to wipe

narrowed dangerously, his murderous intent

a step back. She looked down at

trust to

on him, the guilt she’d carried for defying

out that

‘How laughable, she thought.

to him. Only

still remembered the day when she met James

said, “Call me James, and I protect you

touched

He

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

expression faltering

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

know you were doing that, running around,

closed her

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

today, the haunting voice in her mind that she had mistaken for her mother’s–it had all

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

bitterly, ‘I was the one who

“James, how could you 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 so heartlessly. Do you even

words are, Tiffany. Your mother once asked me the same thing. And my answer then was simple: my heart

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

How utterly

you’re some tragic hero, giving everything and demanding

“Have you ever stopped to consider how she would feel if 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. 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? Or will she

sorts of mean and pasty things in the

the end, it was still just

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

a

froze, his expression crumbling into one of