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.

her temples in frustration, exhaling sharply and not knowing

surprise. Tiffany saw Avianna again in

after less than

momentarily hefore casually asking John to look into

learn the truth: Avianna was not only ill but mentally unstable. Her actions the day before had caused quite a stir, but legally, her

she was so

an eyebrow, Tiffany stepped out of

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

make matters worse, Avianna even insinuated that Melody had been involved

loudly, ensuring everyone coming and going

Melody returned to school, the air buzzed

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

the storm of gossip, Melody’s once–flawless,

Opinions were sharply divided.

the heated debate,

had taken to climbing through her window at night. Days and nights were busy, leaving

only to have a car pull up in front of

rolled down, revealing Richard’s

commanded in a low, clear

realized it, Tiffany had obediently climbed

his intense gaze unwavering. “The wedding dress design is ready,” he said slowly. “I’m taking you

expression dazed and

had completely forgotten

her stunned reaction, Richard’s face darkened. Without warning, he pinched her cheek and leaned in to deliver a

“I’m not,” Tiffany said.

intention of

night before. Snuggling closer, she exhaled softly into his ear and said,

melody of softness, sweetness, and

slid up and the privacy curtains between the front and back seats fell, Richard wasted no

backseat, he murmured lazily, his

driving him

tell if it was his self–control that was lacking or

at Tiffany’s neck, leaving a trail of faint red marks that bloomed on

she protested

time when June had accidentally spotted

he was, leaving this kind of mark