Novel & Cerita Tiffany Nichkhun

“Apparently, he’s 23, lives in a lakefront apartment downtown, drives a Porsche, and is ‘living the dream.’ At least, that’s what she says. I told her if he’s doing all that online and she’s never met him, it’s probably a scam. She told me to shut up and called me stupid. Then she walked off. But you know what? It’s fine. She wasn’t that bright anyway.” Sade couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow. What was her name?” “Tiffany,” Robert said. Sade tilted her head as she thought. “Tiffany, Tiffany… wait, was she the one always mimicking that influencer Star?” Robert nodded. “Yup, that’s her. Tiffany was obsessed with Star. She even wanted me to introduce her to her.” Sade laughed harder. “Star, like my

I looked like I deserved to be here. I found Lounge Four behind a heavy velvet curtain. I pulled it aside, a smile already forming on my lips, ready to say his name. The words died in my throat. Mark wasn't alone. He was sprawled on a white leather sofa, a bottle of champagne chilling in a silver bucket. Sitting on his lap was a woman I recognized instantly. Tiffany. She was a sports influencer with a million followers and a reputation for "dating" the very legends Mark was supposed to be scouting. Her hand was buried in Mark’s hair, and his face was pressed into the crook of her neck.

As long as I am doing my job I'm fine. "I'm Tiffany. Tiffany Wellington. We have never spoken before but forgive me, I only socialize with very important people and most times I'm busy helping Mordechai managing this business. I calculate the sales and other important things", she said but I just stared at her not saying anything. One more cocky person to deal with. I also noticed that she called him Mordechai and not Mr. Lenetti or boss. Perhaps it was a privilege of having the same arrogance as him.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

Chuck walked directly to one of the women in a watery blue silk dress and introduced her to Scarlett, “Tiffany Crawford, my fiancee.” Scarlett held out her hand at once. “Nice to meet you! I’m Scarlett Morris.” Tiffany Crawford was the rich girl archetype: she had that too perfect smile, long, softly combed long hair, and a slim figure. She was beautiful, no doubt– but she was also kind of boring. She reached out her hand and smiled. “Nice to meet you, Miss Morris.” “You’re so beautiful, Miss Crawford. You two are perfect together! What a great match!” Scarlett looked at her and then turned to Chuck with a witty smile.

Luckily, he looked in my direction but there was no iota of familiarity. He didn't seem to recognise me and that made me frown. I took a step forward. "Hey! Excuse me," I said, trying to get his attention. He paused and looked at me again. "Hey," I said and brought my hands for an handshake. "I'm uh—Tiffany." I introduced myself but I didn't add that I was naked. "Oh," he said with a small smile. "Nice to see you again, Tiffany." I smiled at his response.

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

CHAPTER 2 “Tiffany, meet Mr. Yzarjadon Trevor Krick, your sperm donor,” Doctor Laurent introduced the man to me. I looked at the man sitting across from me. He had everything I wanted in a man—green eyes, a sharp nose, seven feet tall, fair-skinned, and most of all, handsome. He looked decent, but I wasn’t sure yet. I gave him an awkward smile, but his face was serious. He didn’t even smile back. Earlier, when I greeted him, he only looked at me.

While every netizen anticipated their wedding of the year, Tiffany’s private account started to gain popularity. She posted around 20 videos on her new account, and each video had its deep content and meanings. Some displayed her tidying the messy house on her own and transformed the dirty hub into an artistic space. Others consisted of her planting some vegetables, digging the soil, or even visiting the remote neighborhood and harvesting the corn with the female farmers. The videos showed that she did everything on her own, all while she was dressed plainly and simply. She even showed up without makeup, appearing like an innocent next-door-neighbor kind of girl. In a month’s time, she gaine

Charlotte exclaimed the name syllable by syllable, rubbing her eyes vigorously at the same time. ‘Yes! I am not hallucinating, it’s indeed Tiffany! ‘I’d still recognize her even if she turned into ashes!’ What’s more, Tiffany was currently standing safely and soundly in front of her. She was in a white silk dress that she used to love, which made her look like an innocent and flawless white lotus.