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.

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

his murderous intent surging as he prepared to

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

to him unraveled in

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

turned out that everything

‘How laughable, she thought.

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

met James

“Call me James, and

was deeply touched

her identity, her life, and her origins all along. He had merely

outdone yourself, spinning this

froze, his expression faltering for a brief

of concern for me–it was because my death would have jeopardized your plans, isn’t that right? No wonder you

irony. “I didn’t know you were doing that, running

her eyes

she had felt a 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 talents and abilities, ensuring she would be powerless when the

figure she 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 plan, crafted

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

‘I was the one who were helping

trembled with fury. “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

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 her. So tell

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

utterly pathetic,” he

like never before. “You think this is love? That you’re some tragic hero, giving everything and demanding nothing in return? Do

“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

of mean and pasty things in the name

just a flimsy

Box 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

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

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