Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225
To be précise, Milly was ultimately dragged down by Freddie.
The entertainment industry’s golden couple, once flaunting their love in public just days ago, had now seen their picture- perfect image shattered, leading to their breakup.
When Freddie turned himself in, he admitted that someone had instigated him back then. He had acted out of foolishness.
While he didn’t reveal who had pushed him into it, a trail of rumors soon led to a series of scandals involving Milly.
The dirt dug up on Milly included her unscrupulous rise to fame, her notorious behavior as a third party in others’ relationships, her diva attitude, and her generally terrible reputation.
One particular revelation was how she sabotaged Abbie’s career before her comeback.
She secretly ensured that every established director avoided working with her. This forced Abbie to accept roles in small productions, where she faced constant difficulties.
As the saying went, “What goes around, comes around.”
Milly and Freddie had their time in the spotlight, but now they had become pariahs, and Milly was unlikely to recover from this downfall.
Meanwhile, after years of being pushed aside, Abbie could finally step back into the public eye with her head held high.
As Abbie’s boss and friend, Tiffany decided to throw a celebratory party.
It would serve as a way for Abbie to close the chapter on her troubled past and mark her official comeback. She also brought along Zoe, Abbie’s young fan.
After classes ended, Tiffany took Zoe to Skyline Bar.
She had rented out the entire venue, inviting only those close to them, and the atmosphere was electric.
Under the dazzling lights, with the deafening music pumping, Tiffany sat in a booth, a couple of empty bottles beside her.
Watching the crowd let loose on the dance floor, she smiled, finding comfort in the lively scene. At least everyone seemed happy.
Intent on letting go herself, Tiffany reached for another drink, but a hand suddenly snatched it away. Abbie had appeared at some point and said, “You’re still recovering. Why are you drinking?”
Tiffany sighed. “I’m fine now. I can jump and walk!”
Her recovery had been quicker than expected. She had been so focused on dealing with Freddie that she barely paid attention to her injury. By that morning, the wound had almost fully healed.
“Fine or not, you’re not drinking,” Abbie replied, sitting next to her. “You’re too young. How about you drink some milk instead?”
“No way!” Tiffany shook her head stubbornly.
She had already had quite a bit to drink, and the alcohol fumes were evident. Even her usually bright eyes were starting to show signs of intoxication.
“Drinking makes me feel better,” she muttered.
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“Why do you need to feel better?” Abbie asked.
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“I don’t know. I just feel bad.” Tiffany pointed to her chest, her expression tinged with sadness and frustration. “Here… It feels heavy.”
Abbie paused, staring at her for a moment.
Tiffany’s face had taken on a faint flush, a clear sign she had had enough to drink. She was caught between seeming perfectly lucid and somewhat out of it.
“Tiffany, do you have something on your mind?” Abbie asked gently.
“Of course. I’ve got plenty on my mind,” Tiffany replied with a playful smile.
Seizing the moment while Abbie wasn’t paying attention, she quickly snatched the glass back and downed the drink in one go. There was no stopping her.
“Today is a happy day. Let’s forget all the bad stuff from before and celebrate your comeback!” Tiffany exclaimed with infectious energy, pouring two more drinks. The way she held herself was bold and daring. “Come on, Abbie, cheers!”
Abbie, although exasperated, couldn’t resist clinking glasses with her. The crisp sound of the glasses meeting rang out, and Tiffany’s face lit up with a brilliant smile.
Time passed, and both women found themselves more than a little tipsy.
Abbie could handle her alcohol, something she’d built up over years of socializing.
However, Tiffany couldn’t handle it. Eventually, she slumped over the table, clearly drunk, and began mumbling incoherently.
“When you’re forced to make a choice, how do you know what to do?” Tiffany slurred.
Abbie had no idea what she was talking about, but she responded with calm patience. “Follow your heart. Do what you feel is right.”
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mouth might deceive you, but your heart never will,” Abbie added with a soft smile.
Tiffany seemed to think it over, her expression wavering between understanding and confusion. Then, she suddenly asked, “What about someone with no heart?”
Abbie paused, a little caught off guard, before laughing softly. “No, it’s not that they don’t have one. You just haven’t found it yet.”
Tiffany lowered her head, looking lost. It sounded simple, yet it felt so complicated.
Shaking off that line of thought, Tiffany hiccupped and said, “I’m so happy. I destroyed that despicable couple, and Leaused Kenneth to lose a ton of money! That feels good!” Tiffany stretched lazily.
Her recent dealings with Kenneth had gone better than she could’ve imagined.
The media frenzy over Freddie and Milly’s scandal had only grown. Despite their attempts to pay a fortune to suppress the news, the media could only refuse under Kenneth’s order/ Hence, Kenneth lost a significant amount in the process.
Tiffany chuckled contentedly, sinking deeper into the booth. Before long, she drifted off into a blissful sleep.
When Zoe returned to their booth after a wild time on the dance floor, she found Tiffany and Abbie slumped against each other. They were drunk, and reeking of alcohol.
Zoe was at a loss for what to do. She quickly waved over Nevaeh and the assistant, deciding to send Tiffany back to school
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In the middle of the night, Tiffany awoke groggily, finding herself back in her dorm room on campus. It was familiar and comforting. Relieved, she closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.
A couple of hours later, Tiffany stirred again, her head throbbing and her throat burning with thirst. She wanted to get some water, but her body felt too heavy to move.
As the night dragged on, her discomfort grew, her stomach churning. When she finally managed to turn on the light, she noticed a glass of warm water sitting by her bedside.
‘What? Had I poured it and forgotten?’ Her memory was hazy from all the drinking. But unable to recall, she picked up the glass and downed it, the warmth soothing the fire in her throat.
Feeling a bit better, she lay back down, noting the faint light creeping through the window. Dawn was approaching. With a tired sigh, Tiffany rolled over and fell into deep sleep.
The curtains fluttered gently in the breeze from the window.
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A tall, shadowy figure slipped quietly into the room. His long fingers reached down to refill the now-empty glass of water by Tiffany’s bedside. The entire room was filled with the faint scent of alcohol.
‘How much had she had to drink?’ Richard stood there for a long moment, his cold, sharp features softened by a trace of helplessness.
Tiffany was so drunk, completely defenseless. There was no way he could feel at ease like this.
Tiffany, asleep on the bed, looked peaceful and endearing, her flushed cheeks inviting his hand to reach out and touch them. Yet, after a brief hesitation, he restrained himself.
Just then, Tiffany stirred in her sleep.
Richard turned to leave, only to feel a pair of small, warm hands grab hold of him tightly.
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