Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

The moonlight was soft and luminous, casting a gentle glow over the quiet streets at three in the morning. The streetlights, one after another, formed a ribbon of light, like a path through the stars.

Tiffany jogged over to the car, tapping on the window with her hand. Richard smiled as he rolled it down.

“Hey, I’ve got something I want to give you,” Tiffany said, opening the door without waiting for a response and motioning for him to step out. ‘Come on, get out here.”

The chauffeur in the front seat and the assistant beside him were stunned, unable to believe someone would be so casual, almost impolite, in front of Richard. Everyone in Lovell City knew Richard was not a man to be trifled with.

But, to their surprise, Richard didn’t seem the least bit upset. Instead, he did exactly as she asked-he got out of the car. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Tiffany said, a smile spreading across her face as she looked up at him.

“You said you had something to give me. What is it?” Richard asked, his voice calm.

For a moment, Tiffany wasn’t sure what to do. She had acted on impulse, running over here, but now she suddenly felt embarrassed about giving him the gift. She worried that Richard might think it was beneath him. But backing out now wasn’t an option; if she told him she was just joking, Richard might not take it well.

As she hesitated, Richard bent down slightly, leaning in closer. “So, what is it?” he asked, his voice low.

Tiffany looked up at his handsome face and felt herself momentarily lost for words. But she quickly regained her composure, reaching up to remove the necklace she’d worn since she was a child.

“This is my good luck charm,” she said, holding it out to him. “It’s supposed to bring good fortune and keep danger away. I want you to have it.” Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her uncertainty, worried that Richard wouldn’t want it

Just as she feared, Richard frowned. “Why would you give this to me?” he asked.

“Because your life is so dangerous,” she replied, her voice growing softer with each word. “There’s always someone trying to hurt you. Maybe this could actually bring you some luck.”

Richard was taken aback. No one had ever said anything like that to him, not even his own family. The people around him were usually driven by their own agendas-either looking to gain something from him or plotting his downfall.

He could hardly believe that Tiffany genuinely cared about him. He knew her well enough to see past her seemingly innocent and gentle exterior-he knew how cold and calculating she could be underneath. But at this moment, something in her words and the way she offered that charm made him choose to believe that her concern was real.

Tiffany glanced at Richard, noticing his lack of reaction. Embarrassed, she started to pull the necklace back. “Sorry, I was being silly. Why would you want something like this? I’ll get you something better next time. Goodbye!”

In truth, she felt relieved. She still wanted to keep the necklace for herself. But just as she turned to leave, Richard suddenly caught her by the shoulder. He moved in front of her and, without warning, snatched the necklace from her hand.

“You said you were giving this to me, didn’t you? You can’t go back on your word,” he said, slipping the necklace around his neck. The silver crescent moon pendant hung from a simple black cord, and somehow, it suited him perfectly.

Tiffany couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly Richard could pull off any accessory or outfit.

She waved her hand, signaling that she was leaving. “Anyway, thanks for everything today. I’m heading home now. See you.”

As Tiffany got back interher çar, Richard did the same. He glanced down, his fingers brushing over the necklace, and he couldn’t help but smile, remembering how Tiffany had said it would bring good luck and ward off danger.

I didn’t expe her to believe in this kind of thing. Well, maybe she’s a little more naive than I thought, he thought.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

But neither Richard nor Tiffany could have imagined just how important that necklace would become in the days to come.

The next morning, Tiffany got herself ready and headed straight to the hospital. Given that Sandra had been injured while trying to save her mother, she felt obligated to visit her.

As she reached the door of the hospital room, she ran into Kenneth, who was also there to see Sandra.

Kenneth hesitated before asking. “Are you okay?”

By now, all of Lovell City’s high society had heard about Tiffany’s kidnapping.

“I’m fine,” she replied c**ly, showing no hint of emotion. Kenneth’s sudden concern didn’t move her in the slightest.

When Tiffany stepped into the ward, she saw that Sandra was already awake.

“Tiffany, you’re here! I’m so happy to see you!” Sandra called out with a bright smile.

Then, turning to Kenneth, she added in a softer tone, “Kenneth, I’m feeling a bit hungry. Could you get us some breakfast?”

Sure. Kenneth agreed without hesitation.

Tiffany knew Sandra was just trying to get rid of Kenneth. She let out a small, cryptic laugh and raised an eyebrow. “Feeling pretty pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”

“Of course.” With no one else around, Sandra dropped the act and revealed her true self.

“You went to a lot of trouble to try and get rid of me, didn’t you, Tiffany? But all your efforts were for nothing,” Sandra said smugly.

Sandra had always known how to play the sympathy card to her advantage. When she had first woken up. Tiffany’s parents were still in her room, tending to her with genuine concern. Instead of pleading with Charlie to forgive Stan, Sandra agreed that his decision to send Stan away was the right one. She assured Charlie that she was committed to helping his family from now on, hoping to make up for her father’s mistakes. Charlie, moved by her sincerity, no longer had any intention of sending her away.

‘It doesn’t matter if my parents are kicked out, as long as I can stay with the Kelley family, I’ll still have a chance to take Tiffany down, Sandra thought.

Tiffany stepped closer, looming over Sandra, her gaze sharp and unwavering. After a moment, she suddenly reached-out and gripped Sandra’s chin, her fingers tight as she stared down at her with a fierce intensity.

“I hope you don’t just have one life, Tiffany said softly, her voice gentle yet chilling, “Because I’d love the pleasure of killing you more than once.”

The calmness in her tone sent a shiver down Sandra’s spine.