Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 573

As much as she disliked Melody–and in her heart, she couldn’t wait for Melody to disappear–Tiffany was instinctively scared at the scene unfolding before her.

Tiffany frowned slightly.

Just moments ago, with a fleeting glance, she had recognized the person in the car: Avianna, the makeup artist whom Melody had kicked, causing her miscarriage.

Tiffany had explicitly instructed June to pay Avianna a sum of money to keep her quiet and follow instructions. She hadn’t anticipated Avianna acting so impulsively, letting her rage cloud her judgment and choosing such an extreme method to retaliate against Melody.

‘Stupid. Just plain stupid,’ she thought.

Before Tiffany could process her thoughts, the scene took a dramatic turn. Melody, reacting with startling speed, darted to the side–and in a shocking twist, she grabbed another student and pulled him directly before her.

A screech pierced the air as the brakes engaged, the car halting mere inches from the terrified student.

The entire spectacle was heart–stopping.

Chaos erupted. Someone called the police, and others rushed to help.

Ten minutes later, Avianna was apprehended.

Before being taken away by the police, Avianna turned to Melody, her voice filled with anguish and fury. “Give me back my child! Give me back my child!” she screamed..

The incident of Melody causing Avianna’s miscarriage had been suppressed, buried under layers of influence and distraction. However, many people knew about it. It was impossible to really hide it, so there were still some leaks.

However, after Kenneth broke off the engagement, people lost interest in Melody. As a result, the public chose to forget about this episode.

Now, Avianna mentioned it again, transforming once–dismissed gossip into undeniable truth.

Avianna’s cries echoed in the chaos. “Give me back my baby! You monster! You heartless woman! You’ll get what’s coming to you–I curse you!”

Tiffany watched silently as Avianna was forced into the police car

With a slight sigh, she instructed her driver, “Let’s go.”

Originally, Tiffany had hoped Avianna would dismantle Melody’s façade piece by piece, exposing her for who she truly was. Tiffany also wanted to expose the fact that Melody had killed her deskmate and indirectly caused Ged’s death. Unexpectedly, Avianna had agreed to it long before, but the moment she took action, she acted terribly foolish!

Driving a car to hit Melody? In broad daylight?‘ she wondered. It is so reckless. Foolish beyond belief!

Not only had Avianna failed to harm Melody, but she’d also landed herself in police custody instead.

exhaling sharply

in

that she was released after less than

hefore casually asking

unstable. Her actions the day before had caused quite a stir, but

she was so bold,

Tiffany stepped out of the

of the school with a loudspeaker in hand, blasting accusations for all to hear. Her message was clear: she blamed Melody

Melody had been involved in a murder and gotten away

ensuring everyone coming and going could hear

Melody returned to school,

reasoning that the words of someone mentally unstable couldn’t be trusted. Others, however, whispered that Avianna’s statements sounded disturbingly credible–ninety percent, to be exact.

storm of gossip, Melody’s once–flawless,

Opinions were sharply divided.

the heated debate, Tiffany remained

to climbing through her window at night. Days and nights were busy, leaving little room for

after class this day, only to

window rolled down,

commanded in a low, clear voice,

realized it, Tiffany had obediently climbed into the

she was seated, Richard turned to her, his intense gaze unwavering. “The wedding dress design is ready,” he said slowly. “I’m taking

her expression dazed and slightly

dawned on her–she had completely forgotten about

darkened. Without warning, he pinched her cheek and leaned in to deliver a

“I’m not,” Tiffany said.

had any intention of

night before. Snuggling closer, she exhaled softly into

was a melody of

the car windows slid up and the privacy curtains between the

backseat, he murmured lazily, his voice a low, husky

always unknowingly seducing him, driving

his self–control that was lacking or if Tiffany had been born to drive

neck, leaving a trail of faint red marks that

she protested with a glare. “You’re doing it

her embarrassment from last time when June had accidentally spotted the

was, leaving this kind of mark