Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 688

Everything happened too quickly.

Morwen stared blankly down at the blood–stained blade now protruding from her chest.

The blade pierced through her back, its sharp tip gleaming as it protruded from her chest. Blood gushed forth like a fountain. The searing pain came in delayed waves, overwhelming her senses.

Morwen was stunned, and she turned around in disbelief.

Behind her stood the woman who should have been in a coma, her expression brimming with hostility. Her gaze was filled with ferocity and resentment.

Morwen could not comprehend why she had been targeted. She had no grievance with the woman.

But as her gaze shifted, the realization dawned. Morwen was not the true target. This hatred was meant for Tiffany. She had simply become collateral damage, the unfortunate scapegoat.

Unable to utter a single word, Morwen’s eyes widened in shock as she collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

The woman, seemingly undeterred, reached out toward Tiffany once more. Her voice was hoarse and grating as she growled, “Die!”

Before she could even get close, an abrupt gust of wind erupted in the room, tossing her back with brutal force. She slammed into the wall, crumpling in pain, her body curling instinctively against the impact.

Kajus rushed to her side, shouting, “Cecilia, are you all right?”

Cecilia coughed up a mouthful of blood, her left arm hanging limply, clearly dislocated. Yet her face remained twisted in rage, and she stared at Tiffany with hatred.

“Why are you still alive? Why?” Cecilia’s voice dripped with malice.

Tiffany was momentarily stunned. The woman sounded like she knew her.

Tiffany frowned. “Do I know you?” She searched her memories but found no trace of such a person.

Cecilia laughed coldly. “You ruined me! You’re acting arrogant and smug because you have Mr. Hampton backing you!”

Tiffany’s face remained impassive as she turned to Kajus. “Did she suffer some mental trauma? Or is she just pretending to be a mad woman?”

Kajus furrowed his brows, gently lifting Cecilia. In a low voice, he said, “Cecilia, you’ve made a mistake. She’s the one who saved you, not the enemy you’re looking for.”

“No! It’s her! I could never mistake her!” Cecilia’s voice rose in desperation.

Just as she was about to scream another name, her throat suddenly constricted as though an invisible hand gripped it, silencing her completely.

lifted her gaze to

a shiver racing down

suffocating like a blade poised to strike at any

forming the

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pantic Without hesitation, he carried her

Tiffany caught her

thought. Jennie Vallgren? Who

the

still, unaffected by the threats. But as she thought about the woman’s eyes,

mind but

me?” If so,

Richard answered decisively, his tone leaving no room for

his quick denial felt off as if

unease settled over

her into his arms, his voice soft and reassuring. “Don’t overthink it. She’s just a

remained silent

a quick call to have

pierced straight through her chest. It was a

her die this quickly seemed almost

Royal Family’s estate, Tiffany laid everything

really think I can’t protect myself?” Tiffany

resourceful grandfather could lose his composure over her safety. While she’d faced countless threats and dangers before, Deacon still saw her as a delicate flower needing constant shelter. Not wanting to alarm him with the full truth, Tiffany smiled and reassured him, “Trust me. No one can hurt me.” Deacon nodded reluctantly, tears glistening

a scolded child. His grand stature as the Azure Sea

his way of trying to make amends

him with threats, he almost felt a twisted sense of relief. He thought he finally had a chance to

Tiffany

amused and

the future, just tell me everything right away. And remember, your granddaughter isn’t as fragile as you think,” she teased

Deacon replied, “All right.”

reassured, Tiffany left behind a supply of medicinal tonics to bolster his health,

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