Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 45

Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Chapter 45

Sandra flailed her arms, struggling desperately. But Tiffany’s strength was astonishing; it was futile no matter how hard she fought.

The nearby servants watched in horror, their hearts pounding wildly. They thought, ‘Is Ms. Kelley losing her mind? If she doesn’t let go, Ms. Olson may get killed.

Tiffany wasn’t losing her mind. And she just was filled with a vicious hatred for Sandra at that moment.

In her previous life, it was Sandra who had ordered her bones to be crushed, one by one, and then thrown into a swamp while she clung to her last breath.

The pain was so vivid that Tiffany could still remember it all too clearly. She wanted to grind Sandra’s bones.

But Tiffany wasn’t going to ruin her life for such a wretched woman. There were many ways to destroy someone; she didn’t need to choose the most extreme.

Just as Sandra began to go limp from lack of oxygen, Tiffany finally released her grip.

Instead of throwing out a threat, Tiffany helped Sandra up gently, frowning with concern. “Oh no, Sandra, are you alright? How do you manage to fall while just standing?”

Sandra was so stunned by Tiffany’s sudden change. Is she crazy? One second she wants to kill me, and the next she’s fussing over me?” Sandra thought and had a bad feeling about this.

Sure enough, Charlie and Thalia walked over, having arrived unnoticed.

Meanwhile, Tiffany looked guilty as she spoke. “It’s all my fault. Sandra’s almost recovered from her injuries, and I tried to help her, but ended up tripping her foolishly.”

Sandra was so furious she gasped. ‘When has Tiffany ever tried to help me? She had clearly just tried to strangle me, she thought.

Pointing at the red marks on her neck, Sandra couldn’t believe itas she said, “Talk is cheap, show them the evidence. And you actually want to…”

“What? Want to bully you? Or kill you?” Tiffany cut her off, her voice filled with grievance as she threw Sandra’s own words back at her, leaving her speechless.

“I know you don’t like me, but you don’t have to take advantage of my good nature to pick on me,” Tiffany said.

Who’s really bullying who here? Sandra thought.

Sandra’s eyes turned red with rage. She had just walked through the door and already taken a slap to the face, nearly strangled, and now Tiffany was acting like the victim.

And then, Charlie said, “Sandra, I’ve been neglecting Tiffany since you got injured. Cut Tiffany some slack, will you?”

At that moment, Sandra truly understood what it felt like to be utterly helpless and desperate. Tears streamed down her face, this time because she was genuinely too angry to hold back

However, Tiffany-let out a soft laugh, lowering her voice as she said, “Doesn’t this feel familiar? This is your usual trick, isn’t it?”

Playing the victim, the delicate act, always crying like she was enduring some great injustice-Sandra was certainly good at eliciting sympathy from the men around her and winning over the people nearby.

But Sandra had forgotten one thing: Tiffany wasn’t incapable of acting, she just never stooped to it. But if she decided to play along, she could outshine Sandra effortlessly, like right now

“Don’t look at me like that, Tiffany said, her eyes sparkling as she continued in a whisper only Sandra could hear. “Are you mad? I’m just putting on an act, but I still look better doing it.”

Tiffany’s beauty was always flawless. Her smug comment didn’t come off as arrogant but rather as a charming, spirited tease.

But Sandra couldn’t stand it. Seeing Tiffany’s captivating, mesmerizing face, she lunged, snarling. “I’ll tear that face of yours apart and see how you flaunt it then.

At that time, Thalia stepped in, pulling Tiffany away and slapping Sandra hard across the face. ‘How dare she threaten my daughter right in front of me? Who could tolerate that? Thalia thought.