Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 595

As the car approached, Fleur opened the automated iron gate. Then, Wilma, the one who was enjoying all the luxuries in Melody’s body, stepped out.

Melody shouted, “You bitch! I’ll tear you apart!”

She was furious and charged forward, trying to pin Wilma down. But the nearby bodyguards stepped in immediately, and Melody was restrained.

“You idiots! I’m your employer! I’m the real owner here! How could you not recognize me, you morons! I’m Melody! I’m the owner of this estate, your employer!” Melody screamed hysterically.

However, no matter how she argued, others only saw her as a raving lunatic. She was thrown out like a madwoman, completely and utterly discarded.

Then, Melody landed hard on the ground, the pain so intense it felt like her bones would shatter.

Seeing the scene, the taxi driver realized he wasn’t getting paid, cursed his luck, and drove off in a huff.

The car sped away, and the iron gate closed. Wilma stood elegantly at the entrance, surrounded by over twenty luxury shopping bags.

Outside the gate, Melody was covered in dirt. She stared helplessly as everything that was hers was taken away. Anger, hatred, and fury filled her, her eyes bloodshot and fists clenched tightly. It was only now that regret sank in.

She realized how foolish she was to switch bodies with Tiffany. In the end, not only did it fail, but she was completely tricked.

Melody suddenly recalled. She had placed Tiffany in the experimental chamber, but it ended up being Wilma in the chamber.

The only possibility was someone had tampered with things while her eyes were closed.

Lorenzo, the man operating the machine, had no reason to do such a thing. He hated Tiffany just as much. And in such a short time, it would have been impossible for anyone else to switch things.

Melody tried to figure out what went wrong. Her mind spun in a chaotic mess, her heart felt like it had been plunged into boiling water, each second an agony.

To find out the answer, she would have to confront Tiffany. Wiping away her tears, Melody stormed off in a rage.

*****

Sunday, a rare day off. Tiffany

her. “Miss Kelley, there’s someone outside waiting for you. She arrived last

“Who is

before. But she claims to be Miss Melody Princeton,” the

Kelley family’s household, Melody was a rather awkward subject. Even the housekeeper’s tone was laced

kindly toward a woman who had tried to kill her mother. Melody

raised an eyebrow and

sweat–covered face, her greasy appearance marred by rough pores and countless blackheads. She looked disheveled, covered in

in surprise, “And

that Tiffany pretended not

iron gate tightly and shouted, “You’re the reason I’m like this, and now you’re pretending not to know me? Tiffany, you’ve ruined my

what you’re talking about.” Tiffany spread her hands, her expression innocently

never intended to harm anyone, not in the past, not now. But that

underhanded tactics. Tiffany

turned to walk

between them kept her from even grazing Tiffany’s back, no matter how

the top of her lungs, “Tiffany, one day, you’ll get what

a moment

in time, she’d already tasted the

had loved Kenneth foolishly and trusted Sandra blindly, even degrading herself to the point

She watched Tiffany waste away in jail, and even

in the dumps. Five years of darkness, five years of torment. Tiffany fell from a young lady of status

managed to cleanse her reputation, even erasing all memories of the murder she had done. She

coldly and turned her head. “Is that so? Then let’s see

walk away, Melody clenched her fists, her

still in someone else’s body, perhaps she could use it to bring Tiffany down before