Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Hearing this, Flynn finally relaxed.

Flynn had already moved his whole family to Lovell City. If he wanted to connect with Richard in the future, Flynn wouldn’t have to worry about missing the chance.

“It’s windy outside. Hurry and get in the car, or you’ll catch a cold, Flynn said.

“Okay.” Jennie nodded and climbed into the car.

As Flynn followed, a thought struck him. “By the way, what startled you earlier? Why did you scream?”

He had been driving normally until Jennie’s sudden scream shocked him, causing him to accidentally hit the accelerator and rear–end Richard’s car.

Jennie shook her head. “Sorry, Dad. I thought I saw something strange and panicked. I didn’t mean to distract you.”

“Silly girl, no need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

He teased her as they drove, a grin spreading across his face. “But really, who was it you couldn’t stop staring at? When daughters grow up, they’re no longer their dads‘ little girls, huh?”

“Dad!” Jennie stomped her foot, her face flushing red. “I wasn’t staring at anyone! And besides, I already told you the lady with him earlier was his wife.”

“You actually believe that?” Flynn shook his head. Flynn didn’t believe that of man of Richard’s status has a wife that much older. It didn’t add up.

Jennie lowered her gaze, her cheeks still pink. “Daddy, stop teasing me! I wasn’t staring at him! And I don’t want to get married. I want to stay with you and Mom forever.”

Flynn laughed. “We’ll see about that. All girls grow up eventually

He changed the subject, his tone thoughtful. “By the way, if there’s a chance, I’d love for you to meet Mr. Hampton. Jennie, you don’t know much about the business world, but he’s remarkable. So young, and already running a business empire.”

Flynn rambled on, completely unaware of the way Jennie’s eyes flickered as she glanced out the window.

Back at the Royal Bay, Tiffany was practically dragged upstairs.

She struggled against Richard, but he held her firmly. He kicked the door shut, carried her to the bed, and trapped her beneath him.

“Why are you avoiding me? Why are you mad at me?” Richard’s intense gaze searched her face, desperate for answers. Tiffany smirked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Mr. Hampton, don’t you feel disgusted looking at my old, ugly face?” Her disguise was still intact, dark skin, wrinkles, and age spots that made her look like a middle–aged woman.

“Do you really want to know?” His deep voice was unwavering. “Then let me show you.” Without waiting for her response, he leaned in and kissed her.

Tiffany froze. She hadn’t expected him to still desire her, even in this state.

“Stop it! Let me go!”

Her hands were pinned–above her head as his kiss grew deeper.

Tiffany’s breath came hot and fast, and her thoughts blurred. She bit her lip, trying to ground herself.

“Richard, stop! Let me wash my face first,” she pleaded.

But Richard didn’t budge.

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Driven by a night of bottled–up emotions, Richard’s control had vanished. He clung to Tiffany as if she were his anchor, his actions fueled by an aching need for reassurance.

“Stop!” Tiffany’s flushed face and trembling voice begged him to listen, but he couldn’t. The moment had taken over completely.

Tiffany bit Richard’s shoulder hard, the taste of blood sharp on her tongue.

The pain snapped both of them out of their trance.

Richard finally pulled back, his expression a mix of frustration and helplessness. “Do you want me to carry you to the shower?” From NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ll go on my own,” Tiffany said.

“Alright.” Richard relented, stepping aside. He knew better than to push her. She was too stubborn for that.

Tiffany headed to the bathroom. As the steam fogged up the mirror, she

at her reflection, the aged disguise.

Tiffany didn’t want to remove the makeup. Her chest tightened as she thought about the girl in the car earlier, the girl who bore a striking resemblance to her.

Tiffany wanted to ask Richard about it but couldn’t bring herself to speak.

Before Jennie appeared, Tiffany had clung to the hope that it was all just a misunderstanding.

But seeing Jennietoday, seeing Jennie’s face that mirrored hers, shattered any doubt. The truth was undeniable.

Tiffany splashed hot water on her face, trying to steady herself, then stepped out of the bathroom.

“I’m not feeling well,” she said.

Richard immediately moved closer, touching her forehead. “You’re a little warm. Lie down. I’ll call Sidney.”

“Okay.” Tiffany obediently went over to the bed.

While Richard was distracted on the phone, Tiffany opened the cabinet, grabbed the Treasure Box, and slipped out the window unnoticed.

By the time Richard realized she was gone, the bed was empty. Her scent lingered faintly in the air, but she was nowhere to be found.

For the first time, Richard stood frozen in place, staring at the open window with an expression of deep sadness.

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At the Luna Villa, Tiffany returned soaked from the rain.

June looked startled to see her alone. “Ms. Kelley, where’s Mr. Hampton? Didn’t you tell him?”

“It’s done,” Tiffany said with a faint smile, handing the box to June before heading upstairs to shower.

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The cold rain had left her shivering. After changing into dry clothes, she barely had time to sit when a knock came at the door.

“Who is it?” Tiffany said.

June stepped in, asking, “Ms. Kelley, your cousin Molly is here. Should I let her in?”

Tiffany sighed in relief, thankful it wasn’t Richard. “Sure, let her in.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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