Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

“What the hell? How could it be him?’ Tiffany thought, her frown conveying her detachment and disdain.

“Since Mr. Kelley is fine, I’ll go first, Goodbye, Kenneth said. Then he glanced at Tiffany, nodding respectfully to Charlie and Thalia before turning to leave.

But Charlie grabbed Kenneth’s a** and said, “Kenneth, don’t rush off.”

Turning back to Tiffany and Thalia, Charlie said, Tm fine today thanks to Kenneth. He happened to be passing by, saw the car go into the river, and called for help immediately. They managed to get me out, and only then did they realize it was

me

Such a dangerous situation seemed trivial when summed up in a few words, but the true peril of it made one shudder at the thought.

If Charlie and Thalia had any lingering doubts about Kenneth, they were now overshadowed by overwhelming gratitude completely.

“Thank you, Kenneth. We’re so grateful you were there; otherwise, I don’t know how we would have faced this,” Thalia said through her tears.

Kenneth helped her up quickly and said, “Mrs. Kelley, no worries. I’d have helped anyone in that situation. I just expect it would be Mr. Kelley.”

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Hearing that, Thalia nodded. She thought, ‘It’s a pity that such a righteous person, despite being formally my son-in-law could never truly become one!

With the Kelley couple’s insistence, Kenneth was shown to a guest room to shower and change. It wouldn’t be right to let him leave in such a state after saving Charlie, it would seem heartless.”

News of Charlie’s accident and miraculous rescue spread quickly. The first to hear was Sandra.

While undergoing a follow-up check at the hospital, Sandra stepped away from others to call Stan, fuming.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“I gave you the perfect setup and everything was in our favor. And you mess it up? How can you even call yourself my father?” Sandra yelled, her rage palpable.

With Tiffany missing the night before, it was a golden opportunity, given that only the easily manipulated Thalia was at home.

So Sandra had left her room in the middle of the night quietly, tampered with the brakes of Charlie’s usual car, and arranged for Stan to create a traffic jam on that road.

With the brakes failing and the car losing control, it would be a perfect plan for an accident.

Everything went as planned. Charlie and the car went straight into the river just like expected.

But Sandra’s meticulous plan failed when Kenneth happened to pass by, called for help urgently, and even jumped into the water to rescue Charlie.

Such a flawless plan had fallen apart.

Fuming, Sandra continued, “Do you know the risk I took? If they start suspecting me, it’s all over.”

Stan, frustrated on the other end of the line, said, “I don’t know if Kenneth would get involved. If it weren’t for him, 1 wouldn’t have messed up.”

“Well, it’s too late to worry about that now. I’m too annoyed to deal with this,” Sandra said, hanging up.

Sandra glanced at her reflection in the mirror and then at her bag. Inside were the medicines Stan had procured for her. These medicines would determine whether she could become Kenneth’s wife successfully.

The failed attempt on Charlie’s life meant she wouldn’t tolerate any more failures.

Kenneth came downstairs after showering and changing into fresh clothes. The living room had only Tiffany, making the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

Then Kenneth took a seat on the sofa, his gaze inevitably landing on Tiffany.

Previously, Tiffany’s eyes had been full of love and dependence for him, along with the sweet “Kenneth” she used to say.

But now, Tiffany barely acknowledged him, showing only irritation and disdain.

When neither of them spoke, a servant approached, asking with a smile, “Mr. Harper, would you like something to drink? What can I do for you?”

To the unklowing servants, serving him carefully was not inappropriate, given his engagement to Tiffany:

But Tiffany corrected immediately, “You don’t have to do this. He is just Mr. Harper, not Mr. Kelley.” Her tone brooked no argument.

The servant froze and nodded. “Yes, Ms. Kelley”

Kenneth stood up. “No need. Please tell Charlie I’m leaving.”

“Mr. Harper, won’t you stay for a meal?” the servant asked.

“No, thanks,” Kenneth replied. He left the villa, and the sound of the car engine signaled his departure.

Tiffany remained seated on the sofa, offering no farewell or thanks. They were adversaries, and saying thanks would have been too ironic.

Coincidentally, just minutes after Kenneth left, Sandra returned from the hospital.

Sandra rushed into the villa, her face full of concern. “I heard Uncle Charlie had an accident. What happened? Is he okay?” “What a devoted niece! Tiffany thought. She had been waiting for Sandra, and at that moment, she delivered a sharp slap to Sandra’s face.

The servant’s eyes widened at the sudden outburst. They thought. What’s wrong with Ms. Kelley?”

Sympathy for the tear-streaked Sandra was inevitable. And Life under someone else’s roof could be tough.

Tiffany didn’t care about others’ opinions. She grabbed Sandra by the neck, her eyes fierce as a predator. That accident was your doing, wasn’t it? You have some nerve!”

Tiffany’s family was her red line. Anyone who crossed it deserved to face her wrath.

“Tiffany, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.” Sandra choked out, her face reddening as she struggled for breath

“I know you don’t like me, but you can’t just bully me like this,” Sandra continued. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to look pitiful.

“Don’t

Understand?” Tillany’s smile was sinister, her eyes cold as ice.

“I’m saying, it’s time for you to die.” Tiffany’s voice was soft, like whisper from a demon, filled with chilling menace.

Sandra shuddered. She even wondered if Tiffany was crazy enough to kill her right then and there.

In the next second, Tiffany’s grip tightened on her neck.