Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183
Even though the servant was frustrated deep down, she had to put on a good face and serve Sandra well.
Meanwhile, after living a life where she constantly had people serving around, Sandra started to entertain the thought- becoming Mrs. Booth seemed like a ticket to a life of luxury and ease. She figured if she could stay in this role, she’d never have to worry again.
But when Jordan came home that night, reeking of cheap perfume, Sandra’s fantasies shattered. ‘How could I have ever thought a man like Jordan is worthy of me?’ she thought.
Clenching her fists, Sandra tried to maintain her composure. But Jordan, with his drunken swagger, staggered toward her, muttering, “Not a great deal, huh? Spent a fortune to marry you, and I’ve hardly even gotten my money’s worth…”
Sandra was boiling with anger but forced herself to speak sweetly. “Come on now, don’t start. I’m pregnant, remember?”
Jordan grumbled but reluctantly backed off. “Fine, fine. But you make sure to have that baby and don’t get in my way. Give me a son, and I’ll reward you properly.” His slurred words were nonsense, but they confirmed one thing for Sandra-she was nothing more than a baby machine for the Booth family. Without this child, her place in this household was fragile, to say the least.
That realization twisted something inside Sandra. No matter how rich the Booth family was, none of it would ever belong to her unless she played her cards right. She was like a dog-scraping for scraps, no dignity to speak of. Since that was the case, she’d have to figure out a way to turn the Booth family’s money into her own. That thought sent a determined smile across her face.
Another week went by. During this time, Tiffany received several calls from Oliver. He mentioned that the filming rights had been approved, and casting auditions were next. If everything went smoothly, they’d start shooting next month. He wanted to get things rolling as soon as possible.
Tiffany, who didn’t involve herself in the details, simply nodded in agreement. “Mr. Fraser, I trust your judgment. Just let me take a final look at the cast before you make it official.”
“Of course.” As this was also part of the contract, Oliver agreed and then rushed off to handle his workload.
There was another piece of good news. Tiffany’s father, Charlie, had been working with Richard on a film set renovation project for an old alleyway. The project had been progressing smoothly.
Charlie had been overseeing it personally, leaving early and coming home late to supervise. Now that the renovations were nearing completion, he finally seemed to relax a little, even teasing Tiffany when he got home that evening.
“Sweetheart, the film set officially opens tomorrow. Want to come see your old man’s masterpiece?” Though phrased as a question, the look of eager anticipation on Charlie’s face was impossible to miss.
Tiffany played along. “Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”
Charlie laughed heartily, pride written all over his face.
So, the next morning, Tiffany accompanied her father to the newly renovated film set.
As soon as they arrived, the historical charm of the place was striking. The old alleyway itself was well-preserved, and with Charlie’s touch, each carefully designed detail elevated its authenticity.
Tiffany, of course, showered her dad with praise. “Dad, this is genius! The creativity is off the charts! You’ve outdone yourself! Once it opens, I bet this place is going to be packed with tourists and film crews.”
Charlie’s grin couldn’t get any wider. And Tiffany wasn’t wrong.
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On the opening day, early in the morning, a small film crew arrived to shoot a few scenes. It wasn’t a big-budget project by any means-just a low-investment web series-but still, it was a start.
As Tiffany and Charlie walked past the filming area, an assistant tan over, out of breath, asking Charlie to come assist with some last-minute decisions.
“Go ahead, Dad. I’ll explore a bit and catch up with you later,” Tiffany said. Charlie nodded and hurried off.
With the film set not being too crowded on its first day, Tiffany felt safe wandering around on her own.
As she strolled, she overheard the sounds of a scene being shot nearby. Two actresses were in the middle of an intense confrontation. The lead actress raised her hand and slapped her co-star hard. Then she continued with her lines, but the delivery was an absolute mess.
The director called cut, and they reset the scene. Another slap. Another cut. After three takes, the supporting actress’s face was visibly swollen and red from the repeated blows.
Tiffany frowned. Though she wasn’t in the business herself, she knew enough to understand that most scenes like this were faked. Directors who weren’t aiming for high-level realism usually resorted to clever camera angles to avoid actually hurting the actors. But this seemed intentional.
Tiffany glanced toward the lead actress and noticed the smug, triumphant smirk she flashed at her suffering co-star.
After a few more takes, the director called for a break. Immediately, assistants flocked to the lead actress, touching up her makeup, and handing her drinks, while the other actress sat silently by herself, not even given an ice pack for her swollen face,
As Tiffany passed by, she overheard two
Tew members talking in hushed tones.
“Abbie Hopkins… what a fall from grace. She was once one of the biggest stars, and now she’s playing second fiddle to an unknown rookie.”
“Yeah, it’s sad. Just goes to show how unforgiving this industry is. Once people forget you, you’re nothing.”
Tiffany stopped in her tracks. ‘Abbie Hopkins?’ she thought. The name rang a bell.
Five years ago, Abbie made her debut in a blockbuster film, winning dual Best Actress awards in her very first year. At just 20, she was the youngest star ever to claim such honor. Her career had skyrocketed. Every project she touched turned into a massive success, and her future seemed limitless.
But two years ago, she’d been arrested for assault. After that, every contract she had was canceled, her endorsements were pulled, and she’d been forced to pay massive penalties. Her reputation was utterly destroyed.
Eventually, the agency gave up on Abbie. She’d vanished from the public eye, and when she finally resurfaced, it was too late. The industry had moved on, leaving her in the dust. Now, she had been reduced to taking roles in low-budget web series, playing a supporting character with little screen time and even less appeal. And to make matters worse, she was being blatantly bullied during filming.
But Tiffany knew the truth. Abbie’s assault had been a cover-up-she had taken the fall for her then-boyfriend, a third-rate actor. He’d convinced her that with her fame, she’d bounce back, and promised he’d take care of her if things went wrong. Abbie agreed.
In the past two years, her once-third-rate boyfriend had skyrocketed to stardom, constantly stirring up rumors and getting cozy with other A-list actresses, basking in the spotlight. Meanwhile, Abbie was left to fend for herself, forgotten and alone.
Tiffany chuckled bitterly. In her past life, she’d been just as naive as Abbie. She bought a bottle of cold water and walked over to where Abbie was sitting. “Here. Use this for the swelling.”
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