Novelas y relatos de Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

I like how we can comfortably chat with each other. "Doesn't he still hope now?" Tiffany shook her head and go back to looking at the sink. "It's not that extreme compared to before. He already created a tomb for her." Suddenly, I got curious about Tyler's mate and why didn't she come back. "Who's she?" Tiffany looked at me with a grin. "Oh, I'm sure as hell you know who I'm talking about." I gulped and a heavy load formed in my chest as my head started to form someone. Oh, hell no she didn't!

she said again. When her Mom first told her that she was going to be changing schools, she wasn't happy, she hated being the new girl at school, the one that everyone stared and pointed at but now, she was determined never to let some spoiled brats at Maverick High bring her down. She finished with breakfast, picked up her backpack and went out to the car, her Mom got into the driver's seat and they were off.

She shouted, "You ungrateful liar! Is there a single honest word that comes out of your mouth? When you told me you loved me at the construction site, were you acting too? Look me in the eyes and answer me!" "Liar?" I quietly mumbled that word, then smiled. I slowly turned my head to meet her crazed stare. "Aren't you the liar? The heiress of the Jensen family, Ms. Tiffany Jensen, slumming it with an amnesiac poor guy, playing house for five years. That must have been such a hardship for you." Tiffany stumbled back a step. "It wasn't like that, William. I wanted to tell you for so long, I really did!"

“Why? Why didn't you tell me? For the past four years, we dated, but you never told me who you really were. Why?” I watch in controlled anger as my cousin steel herself, clearly determined to end whatever this is, once and for all. When she speaks, her voice is flat and emotionless. “I wanted to tell you. Remember that time I suggested taking you back to my hometown? I wanted to introduce you to my pack then. But it was you who refused.” Her indifference is showing a clear sign that she has moved beyond caring about him or his opinion. Hearst’s features crack with anguish, his voice trembling as he responds. “If you had told me that you were the Hamit-Beta heiress, how could I ever refuse to

I cried until my chest ached, until my throat was raw. There was nothing left inside me, but emptiness. Memories flooded back of how everything started. The first time I saw Aiden in his hospital bed, broken and vulnerable. I thought about everything I’d given up for him. My family respects. The Hale empire inheritance. My chance to be something more than just a girl running a small charity. I’d thrown it all away because I believed what we had was real love. And now? Where was I supposed to start from? How do you rebuild your life when you’ve lost everything that mattered?

“How dare you?” Giselle snapped. She walked towards the stage, eyes brimming with rage. “I guess you failed to tell everyone how you cheated on Carson, made him feel insecure because you were richer than him.” I choked on a breath. “That’s a really pathetic lie, Giselle. If I didn't love him, I never would've married him. I loved him. He betrayed my trust by having an affair with you despite all I did to keep him. And let's not talk about how he's preparing divorce papers just a few days after I gave him my inheritance as heiress of the Malcolm group.”

I missed the competition and forfeited my place. That year, Carla won the gold medal and was granted early admission to one of the country's top universities. No one ever knew how envious I had been of her, especially after I overheard a conversation between her and Noah that made me sick with regret. Noah had boasted smugly, "That car accident? I planned it. Just a few scrapes, but it was enough to make Tiffany lose all interest in the competition." I had confronted him afterward, furious and heartbroken.

She knew that Tiffany used to be a loose woman. Initially, she had thought that Tiffany would turn a new leaf after she married Zenios, her Prince Charming, and try her best to keep their marriage alive. However, she had not expected that Tiffany would be willing to cast away all her integrity just to become famous. “We made a bet yesterday. Now that Tiffany has compromised, it means I won the bet. You promised me that if I won, you would meet all my demands.”

It always seems new to her, everything about him is fascinating and it always hook her up. "And the reason why I asked you to pack our bags is because I got a call from the office but we are leaving tomorrow afternoon. I can take you shopping in the evening" He explained playing with her hair. There is always something about the hair that makes him play with it all the time, especially the curly end. She has always told him she got it from her mother, even though he only heard about the old lady. "Cuddle in, smooch in" she hurriedly fell into his embrace as he finished talking. "I don't want to lie but Mami, you are heavy" He joked.

“I don’t know… His online ID is ‘Hush’. I don’t know his name, age, or height. I only know he’s in the capital, but I don’t know if he was born here. I just have a good feeling about him. There’s no romantic development, but I want it. I’m trying really hard here so don’t dash my hopes please.” Tiffany was not interested in digging for unreliable gossip. “Fine, fine, fine. I wish you the best of luck. I hope you catch your Prince Charming soon. We’re off the clock in less than an hour, I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up when the department supervisor comes by so I don’t get in trouble…” After work, Tiffany hailed a cab to the Tremont Estate. She was in a bad mood, so good food was the only