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.

groaned, struggling to rise, but his injuries pinned him to the ground. With great

narrowed dangerously, his murderous intent surging as he

Tiffany took a step back. She looked down at James,

of her trust to him unraveled in an

him, the guilt she’d carried for

out that everything was

‘How laughable, she thought.

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

remembered the day when she met James when she was just five years

and said, “Call me James, and

was deeply touched at

out, he had known her identity, her life, and her origins all along. He had merely been waiting for the right opportunity–waiting for the path of sacrifice to fully

outdone yourself, spinning this honeyed web for more than

froze, his expression faltering for a brief

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

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

her

had been subtly feeding her something over the years to suppress her

had seen earlier today, the haunting voice in her mind that she had mistaken for her mother’s–it had all been an illusion and part of his meticulous

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

one who were helping him profit off my

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

voice sharp and 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

sea. But in the end, all he got was

utterly pathetic,”

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

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

sorts of mean and pasty things in the name of

end, it was still just a flimsy excuse for

do it. The Treasure Box can do anything! I can bring Faith back to life. When she wakes up, she won’t

to die,” Tiffany interrupted, her lips curling into a mocking smile. “Still clinging to your delusions?

froze, his expression crumbling into one of shock. A flicker of self–doubt