Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany の小説・ストーリー

The line goes silent for a moment before she speaks again. “But this is better, Tiffany. You won’t spend any money to bear a child. Still, it’s up to you if you want to grab this opportunity. This isn’t for everyone. You’re lucky—there’s a man looking for a woman who will bear his child, someone who will give him an heiress.” I swallow hard. I do want a child. And if I do, I want that child to be mine alone. It’s not about being greedy—I just want it to be just the two of us. That’s all. It’s irritating.

"You keep underestimating me and it'll be your downfall." The certainty in her voice sends a chill down my spine. She’s not bluffing. She genuinely believes she can make evidence vanish and the worst part is, she probably could. "If only you'd put this much effort into studying—" I force my voice to stay steady, making sure every word hits."—you'd have gotten so far in life by now and maybe you would have found happiness." I pause, letting my gaze drift over her designer clothes, her perfectly styled hair, the expensive jewelry adorning her wrists and neck. All of it is bought with my parents' money. All of it stolen from the life that should have been mine alone.