Novel & Cerita Tiffany Haddish Books

She stands at my side making it easier for me to see her properly up close and without Theo. “Hello.” The grin on her face widens as she stretches out her hand for a shake. Her lips which are a bit swollen, probably from all the kissing they’ve been doing which for some reason, unnerves me. It shouldn’t. “I’m Tiffany.” I know. Tiffany Bello is a Nigerian who has stayed in the US all her life. She majors in political science and lives in the dorm with her twin sister, Trinity Bello. They’re twenty and their parents are currently in Nigeria.

I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes while I sobbed. Yeah, this was my life; a complete bag of dog crap. I made sure to put aside my tote bag because my books and stuff were inside, I did not want them to be destroyed. I knew they were laughing and making more crude remarks but I blocked them out. I endured the fizzy drink pouring over me until the can was completely empty. Then I finally lifted my head up and looked at Tiffany. She was smiling proudly and did not have a hint of remorse in her eyes. She looked like she enjoyed this. “Time to go, girls. I’m done playing with the poor girl.” She chuckled, and her friends laughed.

“The heiress and I have been close friends for years. Very close.” The crowd around her shifted immediately, people turning toward her, trying to get closer. I took a slow sip of my champagne. Tiffany, close friends with the Moonlight heir? I had lived with this woman for years and the most adventurous thing she had ever done was pick a new shade of lipstick. The audacity was almost impressive. “That is interesting,” I said loud enough so everyone heard. “Since when?” Tiffany turned to look at me, her smile tightening slightly. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t deserve you.” “You deserve the whole world,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “Now go take it.” Tiffany didn’t just sit still either. She understood the danger. She knew I needed a way to fight back. Three days before, she had mailed me a package—disguised as a box of classic books. Inside, hidden among the covers of Pride and Prejudice and Wuthering Heights, was a slim silver laptop. My hands shook as I opened it that night, alone in my room.

Isla told her, shivering in disgust. “Who?” Calypso queried. She didn’t know anything about a ‘she-devil’. Ivy scoffed. “Oh? He hasn’t told you about her? He probably didn’t see the need to since she was such a waste of time.” “You’re still not saying anything dumbasses! Her name was Tiffany. That girl was a desperate leech and a bitch. She and Charice were best friends, despite their age gap, so you can imagine what I mean by bitchy. She’s one person I hope you never have to run into,” Cassidy was the one to explain.

Tiffany had created a group chat and added a bunch of friends and me into it before she basically threw her money at us. 'This idiot!' I thought to myself. I quickly got dressed and ran downstairs. I was halfway down the stairs when I saw her bringing a pot of clam chowder from the kitchen. When she saw me, she greeted me with a smile. "You should try my cooking." "Are you crazy?" I held up my phone to her face. Tiffany wilted slightly as she murmured lowly, "You don't like it? If you don't, I'll keep our relationship on the down low."

"You might not think so, but I do. And listen, I have something to show you. Just stay and listen. I won't be long then you can go back to hating me." "Fine, you have 4 minutes. Then I need to get to class." Tiffany smiles again, but there is no love or happiness in it. It looks more like cruel victory and my heart plummets into my feet. I can already tell I don't want to be here. "Okay, Listen. It's about Shea." "Fuck Tiff, I really don't want to hear what you have to say about her." "I think you do though." Tiffany shuffles through things in her backpack before taking out a stack of photos and crossing the small space to hand them to me.

"If you love her and let her go because you don't think it's going to work, then you are going to wake up one day and realize that you gave up too much for nothing. Is that what you want, Adrian?" "Fuck you!" "You are drunk?" "Fuck you, Tom." When I hang up, I put the phone on vibration and close my eyes. Tiffany comes to me in my dreams. She is telling me about the story she's written; the one she gave me to read at the cabin back at that fashion show. She is smiling when she speaks about the heartbreak of the character in her story and how the girl has always known she'll end up alone but she still carries him everywhere with her.

“Look, maybe we shouldn’t talk about her right–“ “No,” I cut in quickly, turning to Tessa. “Keep talking.” Tessa blinked slowly. “Tiffany got fired two days ago,” she explained calmly. “Apparently, Darius actually meant it when he threatened her. After she lost the job, she needed money. Blake came up with the idea to rob her boss.” I stared blankly. “And now she’s in jail while Blake disappeared.” Of course she did. “Wait–“ “That’s not even the worst part,” Tessa added quietly.

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"