Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Kenneth winced in pain. ‘D**n! Tiffany’s so ruthless!’ he thought

Tiffany’s kick had landed right where it hurt the most, making his previously overwhelming urges instantly recede, leaving Kenneth pale and gasping.

And now, Tiffany was free. She glared at Kenneth with fiery eyes that could burn through steel. “I can completely ruin you, you know that?” she spat.

Her fury was palpable, and that kick had been as strong as her rage allowed, though Tiffany had held back just enough to avoid causing irreversible damage.

After all, if something serious happened to the sole heir of the Harper family, there’d be hell to pay.

Kenneth took a few moments to recover, but the drug in his system was potent, and soon enough, the lust that had been temporarily suppressed began to surge back.

Kenneth’s eyes, which had cleared for just a moment, darkened with renewed intensity as he stared at Tiffany with a ferocity that matched her anger.

“You’re my fiancée.” Kenneth ground out through clenched teeth. “Isn’t it only right that I touch you?”

Tiffany let out a bitter laugh, the irony of it all almost too much to bear. She hadn’t kicked him hard enough. She should have ended this madness right then and there, no more words needed.

“If you’re sick, get treated. If you’re so desperate, find Sandra. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to oblige,” Tiffany said, leaving the art room.

But Kenneth wasn’t done. He wasn’t going to let her walk away so easily. He wanted to explain that he’d just escaped from Sandra’s grasp and that running into Tiffany here was pure coincidence.

Kenneth didn’t dare to examine why he had run from Sandra, why he had resisted even though he was on the verge of losing control. He couldn’t and wouldn’t think about it too deeply.

Finally, with a tortured expression, Kenneth looked at Tiffany and pleaded. “Help me.”

Tiffany prided herself on being strong-willed, especially when it came to Kenneth. To her, he didn’t even deserve the satisfaction of a reaction, let alone her help.

‘Help him? What am I supposed to do? Hand me over him? The very idea’s laughable,’ Tiffany sneered.

But they were still on campus, and if Tiffany just walked out, there was a good chance Kenneth would follow her, creating a scene that neither of them could afford. She didn’t want to be dragged down with him in a public display of insanity.

So, Tiffany gritted her teeth, suppressing her rising anger.

“Fine. Do you want my help? Come here!” she snarled, grabbing Kenneth by the collar and dragging him toward the back of the art room.

In the corner was a large sink, always filled with murky water, used for cleaning brushes and palettes. Tiffany shoved Kenneth into the basin without ceremony.

“Stay in there and cool off,” Tiffany said. “You can come out when your head’s clear.”

Kenneth tried to climb out a few times, his drug-fueled lust making him desperate, but each time, Tiffany knocked him back with a solid blow from a nearby chair.

Finally, twenty minutes later, Kenneth blinked his eyes open, his gaze clear and lucid.

Then Tiffan dropped the chair, casting one last disdainful glance at him before turning on her heel and leaving.

Kenneth remained in the sink, water dripping from his hair as he sat there, dazed. Though his mind had been fogged by the drug, he was fully aware of everything that had happened.

‘How do I end up wanting her?’ Kenneth wondered, bewildered. If it had been any other girl in that room instead of Tiffany, would I have reacted the same way?’

Kenneth fell silent, lost in thought. When he stepped out of the room, disarray.

he found the once pristine art space now in complete

Tiffany’s once serene and colorful painting of a peaceful town was now smeared with muddy footprints. The painting was ruined.

When Zoe saw Tiffany later, her eyes widened in disbelief. “Tiffany, do you get in a fight with the paint? What happened?”

Tiffany’s lips twitched. “I’m incredibly unlucky.”

It was rare to get a free pass during gym class. Zoe tried pulling her into a game of badminton, but Tiffany, thinking it’d be cooler, decided to head to the art room to paint instead. ‘Who would’ve thought that my spur-of-the-moment decision would end up attracting Kenneth,’ she thought.

“Forget it. I’ll head back and change first.” Tiffany shook her head. She wasn’t about to tell Zoe what had just happened. But as she walked away, Tiffany couldn’t help but think about Sandra. Kenneth being drugged had Sandra written all over it. ‘Useless,’ Tiffany thought. ‘Even with all that, Sandra still can’t get what she wanted.’

Zoe asked, “Tiffany, do you want me to walk you back to the dorm?”

“No. You just go ahead and have fun,” Tiffany said and made her way back to her dorm alone, heading straight for a change of clothes.

Just as Tiffany entered the building, the situation got even more awkward.

Tiffany and Kenneth arrived at the apartment at the same time, both of them stained with the same paint splatters.

Sandra was already there, apologizing to Kenneth in a voice filled with remorse. She was trying to convince him that she had only acted out of love, that she was just a foolish girl trying to prove her feelings.

Normally, a guy would eat that up, feeling flattered and even a little proud of the attention. And Kenneth, who usually had a temper as mild as a summer breeze, wouldn’t have gotten too mad about it.

But today, Tiffany walked in just as Sandra was laying it on thick. Sandra’s sharp eyes caught the matching paint stains on both of their clothes instantly.

Then Sandra’s eyes widened, and her voice shook with disbelief. “You two were together just now?”

Even though Kenneth had already changed out of his dirty clothes and returned to his usual polished appearance, the humiliation of what had happened still lingered, and only Tiffany knew how bad it had been.

Kenneth couldn’t even look at Tiffany, too afraid that he’d see disgust or loathing in her clear, cold eyes.

Neither of them answered Sandra.

Sandra’s voice rose in a shrill crescendo, her words slicing through the silence. “Were you two together? What did you do? What happened? Answer me!”

With a furious scream, Sandra lunged at Tiffany, her once beautiful face twisted by jealousy. “You b**!”

Sandra could tolerate her plans failing, but she couldn’t accept that all her hard work would benefit someone else ultimately.

Then Sandra was going to hit Tiffany. But Kenneth caught her arm just in time and shouted, “Enough!”

It was the first time Kenneth had ever spoken to Sandra so harshly.

Sandra’s tears fell instantly. “Kenneth, you don’t like me anymore, do you? You’re falling in love with her now, don’t you?”

Sandra jabbed a trembling finger at Tiffany, her voice a mix of accusation and desperation.

Kenneth’s expression was cold. Finally, he forced out two words. “I don’t.”

If that’s true, why does he hec Sandra wanted to scream, but she stopped herself, her sense of self-preservation kicking in.

Instead, Sandra nodded, clinging to Kenneth like a lifeline, murmuring as if trying to convince herself. I know it. I know you still love me.”

Sandra repeated it over and over as if she needed to believe it.

Tiffany had no interest in sticking around for this drama. But they were blocking her path, so she stepped around them simply, heading upstairs to her room without sparing them a second glance.

‘Not worth it,’ Tiffany thought.

But as Sandra watched Tiffany walk what’s mine,’ she thought away, a dark seed of hatred took root in her heart. ‘No one, absolutely no one, could take

As Tiffany disappeared up the stairs, Sandra’s face twisted into a sinister smile.

Sandra was going to use this time, since she was unable to return to the Kelley family, to take Tiffany’s family out one by one. Meanwhile, she would have the perfect alibi.

Sandra laughed to herself quietly. ‘I don’t want to have to do this, but you’ve given me no choice. Tiffany, you’re the one who pushed me to this.’