Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 53

Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Chapter 53

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.”