Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

The rapid succession of Tiffany’s slaps left Sandra completely stunned. The pain on her face. was the least of her concerns now.

She glared at Tiffany, her eyes filled with venom “Aren’t you afraid I’ll smash this bracelet?” she threatened.

The bracelet was on Sandra’s wrist. One deliberate knock against the table would surely break it.

This tactic might have worked on the old Tiffany, who treasured the bracelet and her status as Kenneth’s future wife. But for the new Tiffany…

She smirked nonchalantly. “Go ahead. Break it. Then you can kiss your chances of marrying Kenneth goodbye.”

Sandra’s fortitude crumbled instantly.

The old Tiffany most definitely would have done anything for Kenneth. But this new Tiffany seemed possessed, suddenly ruthless towards her sister and utterly disgusted with Kenneth.

Sandra hoped it was all just an act to throw her off.

While Sandra hesitated, Tiffany grabbed her and unceremoniously tossed her out of the room.

Sandra found herself lying face flat on the floor. Worried about breaking the delicate diamond bracelet, she couldn’t even use her hands to break her fall, resulting in a harder landing on her backside.

Selena, who had just come upstairs, witnessed this scene. Assuming the worst, she immediately started shouting, “Tiffany, how dare you bully your sister like this!”

Her ability to twist any narrative was truly remarkable.

Tiffany remained calm, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous smile. “You seem to have forgotten. This is my territory. Even if you brought my parents here, what could you do to me?”

It was the truth. Given how protective Tiffany’s parents were, they’d probably be more concerned about whether Tiffany had hurt her hand while pushing Sandra.

Selena was enraged.

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Tiffany looked down at Sandra on the floor, her smile imperious. “Learn your lesson. The next time you enter my room, it won’t just be a few slaps.”

With that, Tiffany instructed a nearby maid to take the bracelet, disinfect it, and return it to her room.

Tiffany’s only reason for not trashing the bracelet after Sandra’s touch was its impending return to the Harper family. To her, it was now tainted.

With a resounding slam, Tiffany shut the door in Selena and Sandra’s faces.

Sandra struggled to her feet, her face hidden behind her hands, eyes brimming with tears.

Selena gazed at her daughter, sympathy etched on her face. “Why did you have to touch her. precious bracelet? That little witch went too far, hitting her own sister like that!”

Sandra remained silent, trudging to her room with her head bowed.

Once inside, she collapsed onto her bed, unleashing a torrent of tears.

For Sandra, the physical pain of the slaps paled in comparison to the emotional anguish. What truly stung was the absence of anyone to come to her rescue, leaving her to endure the abuse in silence.

Sandra unleashed her fury on her parents. “You’re both useless!” she spat. “You rangst stand idly by while your daughter is humiliated! You promised a better life with the Kelleys, but look at what’s happened–we’re nothing but glorified doormats here!”

“Sandra…” Selena murmured.

Her parents had dreamed of a life where she would be pampered and adored. The reality, however, had cruelly shattered those illusions.

Selena was right; they had no real power, forced to live under someone else’s roof and endure their whims.

Looking at her daughter’s swollen cheeks, Selena’s anger flared. She lowered her voice, “Don’t worry, Sandra. Your father will see to this. When the time is right, the Kelleys won’t be able to push us around anymore!”

“Really?” Sandra perked up, feeling somewhat relieved.

Since yesterday’s incident, Sandra had been goading her parents, insisting that no matter how well the Kelleys treated them, it was nothing more than piteous charity.

If they wanted to truly succeed, they needed to be on top themselves–their plan was to. gradually take over the Kelley family business.

Finally, they were going to fight back!

Sandra felt a rush of excitement. She could almost see Tiffany on her knees before her, begging and crying. When that time came, Sandra would have countless ways to make Tiffany’s life a living hell.

As the mother–and–daughter duo fantasized behind closed doors about usurping the Kelley family’s vast fortune, they were oblivious to the fact that every word was being picked up by the listening device Tiffany had planted in Sandra’s room.

Tiffany was all too aware of just how devious this family of three could be. Their ambition knew no bounds, their greed insatiable.

For them to claim the Kelleys hadn’t treated them well was rich. On the contrary, it was they who were never satisfied, always demanding more without any sense of decency.

Deep down, they knew the truth. But they chose to lie to themselves, feigning ignorance to justify their boundless greed.

Tiffany removed her headphones, her eyes gleaming with a newfound intensity.

She considered the situation carefully. The information she had gathered through eavesdropping, while revealing, might not be sufficient to sway her father’s opinion. completely.

Tiffany felt that more concrete evidence would be necessary to fully expose the Olsons‘ intentions. The snippets of conversation she had overheard weren’t going to be enough to make her father truly despise the Olsons.

She needed to dig deeper.

Her plan was simple–root out every hidden scheme and lay it bare before her father. He had to see that his kindness had been wasted on a family that had no conscience.

They were wolves in sheep’s clothing, and they were plotting to bring her family down. When the time came, no amount of pleading would save them from her father’s wrath.

With a determined nod, Tiffany grabbed her new phone and dialed a familiar number.

“Hey, Uncle Owen? It’s Tiffany. I need a favor.”

Meanwhile, Cedar Ridge Villa was alive with laughter and chatter, the warm glow of lights. spilling from every window.

The family sat together, enjoying each other’s company, while Stan and Selena played the part of the dutiful guests, pouring drinks and serving food with smiles that seemed almost Too innocent.

Tiffany couldn’t help but smirk at the scene.

The bait was set; now all she had to do was wait for the fish to bite.