Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 4

Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Chapter 4

When Thalia saw Tiffany descending the stairs, she quickly rushed over. “Your foot hasn’t healed yet. Why are you coming down alone?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of concern and gentle reproach as she reached out to support Tiffany.

The Kelley family doted on their daughter immensely, so to others, Tiffany was undoubtedly the pampered young lady born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

Feeling overlooked, Sandra couldn’t help but feel a pang of dissatisfaction and even jealousy. She believed she was just as capable as Tiffany, but while Tiffany enjoyed privilege from birth, Sandra had to navigate her own lesser status and seek approval constantly.

Why should it be that way?” Sandra fumed inwardly, though her smile never faltered. She stepped closer, offering to help Tiffany to her seat, and asked with feigned concern, “How did you get hurt? Didn’t Kenneth take care of you?”

Sandra’s tone oozed with feigned warmth, and her overly familiar mention of Kenneth only underscored the simmering hostility beneath the surface. Knowing that Kenneth had rejected Tiffany’s confession earlier that day, Sandra’s casual reference to him seemed calculated, a deliberate attempt to provoke.

In the past, Tiffany had foolishly considered Sandra a sister and a confidante, sharing everything with her and even seeking her advice on how to win Kenneth’s heart. Yet, the more she tried, the more Kenneth seemed to despise her. Reflecting now, Tiffany could see that the warning signs had always been there.

Casually sidestepping Sandra’s offered help, Tiffany gracefully settled onto the sofa and replied coolly, “Oh? You like Kenneth? If that’s the case, feel free to have him.”

Tiffany’s smile remained unchanged, her expression as seemingly innocent and easy to deceive as ever. But Sandra suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Tiffany, what are you saying? I’ve never had any improper thoughts about Kenneth. I’m thrilled you’re marrying the man you love!” Sandra replied, her tone smooth and composed.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, her voice suddenly cold. “Sandra, do you know what your family’s real talent is?

“W-what do you mean?” Sandra stammered, caught off guard.

Tiffany’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she continued, “Your father’s shamelessness is almost admirable, your mother’s greed knows no bounds, and you… you’ve mastered the art of pretending to care so well that you’ve nearly fooled yourself.” Her words were laced with venom, leaving no room for politeness.

No one could fathom the depth of Tiffany’s loathing for the Olsons.

“If I could, I’d destroy Sandra right here and now! Compared to what they did to my family these harsh words are nothing. Tiffany thought as she watched Sandra, waiting for her reaction.

Sandra stood frozen, her face a picture of hurt. “Tiffany! How could you say such things about my family?”

But Tiffany remained unmoved. Her cold gaze swept over Sandra, taking in the expensive designer clothes she wore from head to toe.

“Enough with the pretense. Are you really that clueless? When my father brought your fami into our home, he didn’t intend to keep you here forever. Now that you’ve made yourselves comfortable in Lovell City, isn’t it time you packed up and left?” Tiffany’s voice was firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Due to family ties, Tiffany’s parents had never been so direct. But today, Tiffany made her stance crystal clear, mocking the Olsons for overstaying their welcome.

Just then, Stan and Selena Olson, laden with shopping bags, entered the room, their expressions darkening as they caught Tiffany’s words.

“Tiffany, are you suggesting we’ve taken advantage of your family?” Stan retorted, stepping forward with Selena beside him, both ready for a confrontation.

Tiffany’s smile widened, though it was anything but friendly. “Isn’t that exactly what you’ve done?”

“People always say that when you accept kindness, you should feel both grateful and humbled, but this family not only lacks shame-they act like they have every right to impose! Tiffany thought, her disdain deepening

Sandra’s eyes brimmed with tears as she hurried to intercept her parents, her voice trembling with feigned distress. “Mom, Dad, don’t be upset I’m sure Tiffany didn’t mean it like that. It’s our fault. Maybe we should leave…”

Sandra looked ready to burst into tears.