Novel & Cerita Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

I answered, looking at her. Tiffany was an oblivious rich brat who liked making bets because she was insecure. She used daddy’s money to make her feel good about herself and she played dirty if it meant getting her way. We had broken up six months ago, but she had crawled back into my life a month ago because she knew I wanted to get in the race for the city’s annual race completion.

Her hands ball even tighter into fists until her knuckles turn white. I quickly blurt out, “No. She isn’t.” But before I could continue, Tiffany giggles and dramatically covers her mouth with her hand, letting her diamond engagement and wedding rings show. “How silly of me. You have probably moved up in your job and are a clerk somewhere else now. I bet you are only here to get a free meal from her.” Her eyes widen again, and she looks at me. “Oh, wait. I forgot. You were disowned by your parents and thrown out like garbage. You don’t have any money anymore.”

Tiffany resembled her grandmother, while Briley took after her deceased mother. Tiffany was a skilled swimmer and could dive deep into the sea to collect pearls, staying underwater longer than any other pearl divers. Briley, however, was afraid of water and couldn’t swim, no matter how hard she was taught. Tiffany was clever with her hands, using small and imperfect pearls to create hair accessories and selling them at the market. They would be sold out in less than half an hour. Briley was not as good with her hands, but she enjoyed shopping at the market and adorning herself.

“One year gone and you’ve gotten so fake. What, you buy knock-offs now? That crap doesn’t even go with your bargain-bin uniform.” “Got proof?” Violet’s voice cut, cold. “WHAT?” Tiffany blinked, thrown off. “You think I need proof? PLEASE. You live in that run-down part of town with your broke-ass family. What are you doing—juggling three jobs again? Let me guess, your uncle gambled away the money and now you’re stuck picking up scraps.” She smirked, swinging her designer bag. “Want me to tip you a little? I’m feeling generous these days.” Violet’s temper flared—but she clamped it down. Tiffany knew her too well. She knew where to hit, what would sting. And yeah, some of it had been true once

I had told him that my parents were gone, and that I had built my life from scratch. I drove a beat-up Volkswagen worth barely a few grand and always dressed in ordinary office wear. To him, I was just another average office worker with some meager savings. He never dreamed that I was the long-lost heiress to the Simpson family. "Why? Don't I look the part?" I stared him down, expressionless. "Are you in or out? These shares, in exchange for your tech startup that just secured funding, plus…" I pointed a sharp finger at Tiffany. "Everything she's taken from me at this table tonight, and the deed to her downtown condo."

I take the phone gently from her fingers and pull her inside the steamy bathroom, closing the door so we're all crowded together in the humid quiet. I had to tell her everything. I admit someone is blackmailing us with old secrets, that it somehow ties into family money troubles I never knew about, that we're trying to handle it without letting it destroy us. Her lower lip trembles, and then the tears come fast. She sinks onto the closed toilet lid, head in her hands, and the story spills out of her in broken pieces.

Nick tilted his head, his beautiful eyes staring at her with pleading eyes and Tiffany turned her eyes to Nick. “I am being honest right now Nick,” Tiffany exhaled sharply. “Just as you said, I was not in a romantic relationship with Carlos and the only thing I can recall was how we argued a lot, so I can’t really pinpoint the reason I fell in love with him, or what he did, I just fell in love with him.” Tiffany finished with a smile on her lips. “Aish!” Nick ran his hand through his hair and let out an exasperated sigh. “How can you not know?” He pointed at Tiffany who shrugged then he turned to Alison with his brows slightly raised.

She started getting angry at every little thing, she became destructive and violent, her eyes were filled with hatred and anger the poison took control of her system and the loving, beautiful and sweet little girl he once knew became a selfish, ugly monster. She'd curse and ruin anyone that crossed her path, the man left after she became this way saying his mission was accomplished. Few months later she discovered she was pregnant. "History didn't say what happened to her or her child and certainly didn't talk about the man but it did mention something." "What was that?" I leaned closer to her so I could hear her better. "Its a riddle and it goes like this."

I winked and he laughed. "Well Hailey you did it." "How about you? Any stories?" I asked and he smirked. "What do you think?" He teased me. "I mean everyone has their first love story.. I mean I won’t be jealous.." I said awkwardly and looked away. "Okay let me tell about my first love story.." I looked at him really curious. Before he can tell his story, the food came. The waiter greeted us and put the food in front of us. "I met her unexpectedly actually, she's a really bright person and really beautiful. I love her cute expression especially when she's trying so hard to do something, she's really-"

The big cars that they were driving were all courtesy of him and Alicia snatched all the glory and threw him out of the bus. He never cared but today things were different. He was deeply hurt. After all that he had done for Alicia, he never imagined that this will be the way that she will pay him off. By giving him divorce papers on the day that they were both supposed to celebrate the success of their company When they met, Alicia was broke and her family couldn’t even afford a meal to eat. He decided to sell the house that his late adoptive family left him in order for Alicia to start the business that he believed will help them in the future.