Ch. 1..10

Chapter 1

Thunder rumbled ominously overhead as rain began to pour, drenching Tiffany Kelley. She collapsed onto the muddy ground, her body battered and covered in blood.

A woman loomed over Tiffany, pressing her foot against her back with a triumphant smirk. “Tiffany Kelley, always too proud to back down. Fine, I’ll break every bone!” she sneered, signaling the two men behind her.

Despite the relentless torture and her weakened state, Tiffany stubbornly lifted her head, hér eyes blazing with defiance as she met the woman’s gaze.

Though Tiffany was covered in blood and grime, her eyes burned with fierce intensity. They were vibrant and alive with anger and hatred, and the sheer force of her glare sent a shiver down the woman’s spine.

The woman hesitated for a moment, startled, but quickly recovered. “What are you waiting for? Throw her in! I want to see how a dead woman can still oppose me!” she snapped viciously.

“Yes, ma’am,” the men responded in unison, moving swiftly toward Tiffany. They kicked her into the nearby swamp as if she were nothing more than a discarded sack.

Tiffany felt the cold grip of doom tightening around her. Though unwilling to surrender, she could only curse herself for falling into such a dire situation.

As her consciousness began to slip away, memories from her past flashed before her eyes.

Tiffany was the cherished daughter of the esteemed Kelley family, adored by all who knew her. But her life unraveled when she made the mistake of trusting the wrong person

She had been engaged to her fiancé for five years, and out of blind loyalty, she took the blame for a crime she didn’t commit. This fateful decision severed her ties with her family, triggering a cascade of tragedies: her father’s death from grief, her mother’s suicide in a fiery blaze, and her brother’s poisoning, which left him mute and mentally impaired.

Instead of the love and recognition for which she had sacrificed everything, Tiffany was met with cold disdain from her fiancé. “Do you think you deserve it?”

The words cut deep, a cruel mockery of her sacrifices. ‘Deserve it? What a twisted joke, Tiffany thought.

As the suffocating mud closed in around her, she felt no fear. Instead, a bitter laugh welled within her, a final act of defiance against the absurdity of her life. But the woman standing nearby wasn’t done.

With a triumphant smirk, she delivered one last, merciless blow.

“Oh, Tiffany, I forgot to tell you,” the woman sneered, her voice dripping with malice. “It was me who pulled the plug on your father’s oxygen supply. It was me who burned your house to the ground. And your brother? I poisoned him. As for that fiancé you loved so much, we’ve been together for years.”

She leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “You can only blame yourself for being so naive, making it so easy for me to take everything your family had.”

As those words pierced her, Tiffany’s body trembled violently, sinking deeper into the swamp. Her eyes,

Her eyes, wide with fury, blazed with unquenchable rage. A guttural roar tore from her throat, “Sandra Olson, you’ll die a miserable death!”

But her words were devoured by the swamp, emerging as nothing more than garbled gibberish as mud and water filled her nose and mouth. The suffocation became overwhelming, pulling her under until she was completely submerged.

Everything went dark. Yet, the boundless hatred within Tiffany refused to be extinguished.

Another clap of thunder echoed ominously through the sky.

Tiffany felt a scream tearing from her throat, and then, suddenly, her eyes snapped open. Bright sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting harsh rays on Tiffany’s face. She found herself sprawled in a field on the outskirts of town, soaked and disheveled.

“Wait, this scene… Tiffany froze as the memory rushed back. She realized this was the day of her eighteenth birthday when she had carefully planned an outing to confess her feelings to Kenneth Harper, surrounded by her classmates and friends.

Tiffany vividly remembered how Kenneth had cruelly d her sincere confession. In front of everyone, he had coldly said, “Tiffany, give up already. Even if you yet awkward were the last woman on earth, I would never want to be with you!”

His harsh, humiliating words had shattered her heart. Devastated, she had run off alone, getting lost in the rain. Eventually, she slipped, sprained her ankle, and passed out in the very spot where she now found herself.

‘How could I have been so pathetic?’ Tiffany thought, a wave of self-loathing rising within her as she felt the urge to slap her past self. But as she raised her hand, she noticed something strange. Her hands were fair and smooth, unmarked by the scars or excruciating pain from torture.

Sandra’s

‘Wasn’t I… dead? Didn’t I die in that swamp on that stormy night? Or did I just…?’ Tiffany’s heart raced as she hesitantly moved to pinch herself, trying to make sense of the impossible.

“Ouch!” Tiffany yelped as a sharp pain shot through her. ‘It’s not a dream, she realized with shock and disbelief as she felt the pain. I’ve gone back in time to the day of my eighteenth birthday!’

“Oh my goodness! Thank God!” Tiffany burst out laughing, tears streaming down her face.

‘It wasn’t a dream. Everything that happened is still vividly etched in my mind!” Tiffany thought, reflecting on her past folly. She recalled letting her cruel uncle, Stan Olson, and his family get close, which had allowed her cousin Sandra to exploit the situation.

Tiffany had come to understand the depths of human cruelty and deceit. But now, none of the tragedies had yet to unfold, giving her a chance to make things right.

“An eye for an eye! I’ll make sure those who wronged me pay double!” Tiffany muttered as she wiped her tears.

Feeling her phone buzzing in her pocket, she pulled it out and saw it was a call from Kenneth.

Tiffany and Kenneth had been childhood friends, but her affection for him was one-sided. She made several foolish attempts to win his heart over the years. Eventually, Kenneth’s attitude shifted, promising to marry her, but only if she took the blame and went to prison. for his lover’s crime.

Desperate to win his love, Tiffany agreed, even severing ties with her parents, which led to her father collapsing in anger. After five years in prison, her only reward was Kenneth’s cold dismissal: “Do you think you deserve me?”

Recalling her past naivety, Tiffany smiled grimly and casually answered the call.

Kenneth’s cold, irritated voice immediately cut through the air.

“Tiffany, can you stop being so willful? Do we really have to come and fetch you? If it weren’t for your father, I wouldn’t even bother calling you,” Kenneth said. “And stop dreaming because I will never like you

The words were exactly as she remembered, and she could see Kenneth’s disdainful expression through the phone.

Tiffany stroked her chin, replaying how she had responded before. She saw her former self, tearfully pleading, “I’ll change for you however you want me to be. Please, accept me once. It really can’t live without you…

Thinking about how desperate and pitiful she had once been, a smirk slowly spread across Tiffany’s face. She then replied, enunciating each word with icy clarity, “Go to hell!”

 

Chapter 2

Tiffany felt a surge of exhilaration after ending the call with such decisiveness.

Meanwhile, Kenneth was left dumbfounded. Tiffany always reacted with meekness and caution, no matter how harshly he spoke. But this time, she had actually cursed at him and hung up.

Looking at his phone, Kenneth sneered, “Playing hard to get, aren’t you?”

On the other side, Tiffany felt satisfied, thinking. This is just the beginning, Kenneth Harper! Soon, I’ll break off this ridiculous engagement between us!”

After cutting off the call with that scoundrel, Tiffany immediately dialed home. The sound of her mother’s worried voice nearly brought her to tears. In her previous life, her family home had burned to the ground while she was still in prison. By the time she was released, all that awaited her was a lonely gravestone.

Everyone had said her mother died by suicide, setting the house on fire, and Tiffany had naively believed it-until she later discovered her uncle had cruelly murdered her mother. Tiffany choked back her tears. “Mom, I’m fine. I miss you and want to come home.”

Her mother, assuming her daughter had been bullied, quickly replied, “Alright, come home now. If anything is bothering you, we’ll discuss it when you return. Where are you? I’ll come and pick you up right away.”

Tiffany gave her mother the address, but her water-damaged phone became unusable as soon as the call ended.

Determined to make it easier for her mother to find her, Tiffany stood up and limped forward. However, after only a few steps, she heard a mu**d groan from a nearby grove, accompanied by a thick, metallic scent of blood.

Having endured countless hardships, especially the years of abuse while in prison, Tiffany had transformed from a helpless young lady into someone tough and formidable. Her senses were sharp, and her instincts were honed.

Tiffany hesitated after hearing the noise. She wasn’t one to meddle in others’ affairs, but a memory flashed before her eyes.

While hesitating, Tiffany recalled a news story about Richard Hampton from the powerful Hampton family. She remembered reading about how he had been ambushed and how he collapsed from severe blood loss after escaping. Although he was later rescued, the Hampton family had kept the details of the incident tightly under wraps.

‘Could it be… Tiffany thought, her heart racing. Could the person in the grove really be Richard Hampton?”

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The Hampton family was with power and prestige throughout the city. It was an ancient clan that commanded immense respect and fear.

Richard Hampton was the aging patriarch’s youngest son, the backbone of the family. A prodigy with extraordinary talent, Richard was a prominent figure in the business world, holding the Hampton family together with his sharp insight and unyielding resolve.

Tiffany’s mind raced as she weighed her options. Making a good impression on Richard might prove invaluable if she ever needed the Hampton family’s assistance in the future.

Guided by the faint sounds she had heard earlier, Tiffany began a lengthy search. Though she didn’t find anyone at first, she eventually stumbled upon a large pool of fresh blood beneath a tree. The amount of blood indicated that the person was seriously injured.

Crouching down, Tiffany touched the blood, noting that it was still wet. Hence, she figured that the injured person couldn’t have gone far.

Just as she prepared to continue her search, Tiffany felt a rush of wind, like someone was about to strike from behind. Instinctively preparing to dodge, she suddenly reconsidered. Raising her hands in a gesture of surrender, she called out, “Wait! I’m not a bad guy!”

The attacker’s movement halted mid-air. Tiffany exhaled in relief and turned slowly, only to face an extraordinarily handsome man. His features were exquisitely chiseled, exuding an ethereal grace. Despite his severe injuries, his presence remained noble and commanding, akin to a fierce, battle-hardened lone wolf.

‘So, this is Richard Hampton? He looks incredibly young. Tiffany thought, while Richard scrutinized her with a piercing gaze, his expression a blend of curiosity and caution.

“Who are you?” Richard’s voice carried an imposing weight, his aura radiating dominance and menace.

Tiffany blinked innocently at the man. “I heard some noise while passing by and thought I’d check it out. Are you alright? My family is coming to pick me up, and I could take you to the hospital on the way,” she offered, trying to convey her good intentions, hoping to make a favorable impression on him.

But Richard’s expression remained cold. “Get lost,” he replied curtly.

How rude, Tiffany thought, momentarily stunned by his response. She turned to leave, but after a few steps, she heard a heavy thud behind her. Glancing back, she saw that Richard had collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Rolling her eyes, Tiffany muttered under her breath, grumbling about his earlier attitude as she returned to check his injuries.

A large, deep wound on Richard’s abdomen was bleeding profusely. Seeing no one else around to help, Tiffany tore off her thin tank top and used it as a makeshift bandage, pressing it against the wound to slow the bleeding.

In a small act of defiance, she tied the bandage into a neat bow, letting out some of her frustration.

“There, much better,” she said with a hint of satisfaction, clapping her hands as she stood up and left the grove.

Not long after, a large convoy from the Hampton family arrived, and dozens of black-clad bodyguards stormed the area, frantically searching for Richard.

Minutes later, Richard was carefully loaded into a vehicle. As the car sped away, he briefly regained consciousness. Looking down, he noticed the conspicuous bow on his bandaged wound.

His eyes twitched in disbelief. Who did this?’ he wondered, and the image of the delicate, beautiful girl he had met in the grove flashed through his mind, especially her bright, mischievous eyes.

Sidney Pauley, the man treating Richard’s wounds, raised an eyebrow at the sight of the bow, a smirk on his lips. “Well, well… Is this a girl’s tank top?”

Richard was known for keeping women at a distance. Many had tried to win his favor, only to be swiftly and coldly dismissed. Yet now, here he was, wounded and apparently cared for by a girl.

Catching Sidney’s increasingly amused and curious expression, Richard sighed and muttered, “Just focus on treating the wound. Or are you hoping I’ll bleed out?”

With a confident smile, Sidney replied, “I’m here with you, so you’re not going anywhere. My skills are more than enough.”

Sidney was Richard’s most trusted friend and the youngest heir of the Pauley family, renowned for their medical expertise. Years ago, Sidney had pulled Richard back from the brink of death with his exceptional abilities, so this wound was hardly a challenge.

With his eyes closed, Richard’s thoughts drifted to the delicate, charming face of the girl. He

 

Chapter 3

Tiffany started sneezing the moment she stepped into the house.

Her mother, Thalia Kelley, was both angry and heartbroken at the sight of her disheveled. daughter. “Tiffany, did that Harper boy bully you again? Look at you, drenched from head to toe! How could he not care for you or at least bring you home?”

Tiffany would have defended Kenneth in the past, making excuses for him and trying to persuade her family to accept him. She even argued with them numerous times over it.

But Tiffany wouldn’t do that anymore. Not only was Kenneth not a good person, but she also felt deep guilt toward her family. Even enduring her mother’s endless chatter felt like a blessing now, a far cry from the cold gravestone she had faced before.

Feeling a sting in her nose, Tiffany hugged Thalia’s arm and nestled into her warmth. After at moment, she said, “Mom, I want to break off the engagement with Kenneth.”

“What?” Thalia was stunned. She had suggested this previously, only to be met with Tiffany’s fierce resistance. Her daughter’s infatuation with Kenneth had made her deaf to reason, But now, she was the one bringing it up.

“Are you sure?” Thalia began, her voice concerned, thinking that Kenneth must have hurt her daughter deeply. “You won’t regret it later?”

“Never,” Tiffany replied, smiling confidently, her radiant beauty now shining with newfound determination.

“There are plenty of good men out there. Why should I waste my time on him?” Tiffany said, her voice laced with a deep, unshakable pride that seemed to be etched into her very being.

Thalia felt a wave of relief hearing Tiffany’s response. She also noticed something different about her daughter-an air of maturity that hadn’t been there before.

“Quick, have some milk and take a bath. We can’t have you catching a cold,” Thalia urged, her voice concerned. “And after your shower, I’ll tend to your injuries. Even a sprain needs proper attention.”

“Okay!” Tiffany replied sweetly, allowing one of her helpers at home to help her upstairs.

Tiffany walked straight in as she passed her younger brother Eric Kelley’s room. Upon entering, she found the eight-year-old curled up on the bed, engrossed in a video quickly hid his console and grumbled, “Why didn’t you knock? That’s so rude!”

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Tiffany said nothing, simply gazing at her brother with deep affection. Before she became eighteen again, she had discovered that a poisoning incident had left her brother mute and mentally impaired for life. Now, seeing him vibrant and full of energy, scolding her with his sharp tongue yet still showing his care, Tiffany couldn’t feel anything but gratitude and warmth toward him.

Feeling uneasy under Tiffany’s affectionate gaze, Eric mumbled, “Why are you acting so weird today? Did someone bully you again?”

To Eric, Tiffany had been unusually warm and affectionate since she got home, showering everyone with hugs and kisses except their father, who hadn’t returned from work yet.

‘She’s definitely acting strange, Eric thought.

“It’s nothing! I just wanted to say I love you,” Tiffany replied, blinking playfully. She laughed heartily when her brother tossed a pillow at her, then happily skipped out of the room.

As the door clicked shut, the awkwardness on Eric’s face disappeared. He grabbed the laptop he had shoved aside and began typing furiously, muttering, “Damn you, Kenneth Harper! How dare you bully my sister? You’ll regret it!”

Within minutes, Eric hacked into Kenneth’s laptop, rendering it unusable.

After a soothing hot bath, Tiffany lay on her bed, fully relaxed. A helper entered the room, ready to tend to her injuries, but Tiffany smiled and gently took the ointment from her. “I’ll take care of it myself,” she said.

The helper nodded and quietly left.

Tiffany applied the ointment and then moved to sit in front of her vanity mirror. Her reflection showed her eighteen-year-old self: fair skin, delicate features, red lips, and white teeth. She had inherited the best traits of her parents, making her a striking beauty who stood out in any crowd since childhood.

It saddened Tiffany to remember how, in her past life, she had wasted that beauty, lowering herself for a man who didn’t deserve it.

Her smile deepened as she gazed at her reflection. Suddenly, a commotion erupted downstairs.

“Finally, they’re here, Tiffany thought, a cold laugh escaping her as she made her way downstairs you perfectly.

In the villa’s living room, Sandra was draped around Thalia, her voice dripping with sweetness as she said, “Aunt Thalia, look at this scarf I bought for you.

It suits. Do you like it?”

To an outsider, it might have looked like a heartwarming family scene. But the scene reeked of cold disdain to Tiffany, who stood at the top of the staircase with her arms crossed as she watched Sandra buttering up to Thalia.

The Olson family had moved to Lovell City from the countryside a year ago only because of her father’s soft heart. He felt obligated to help and support them because they were family.

After endless flattery from the Olsons, he finally brought them to the city. The Kelleys provided them with everything they could need, and her father even arranged for her uncle to take on the deputy manager role at the Kelley Group.

But the comfort of their new life only fed their greed. This shameless family began treating everything that belonged to the Kelleys as their own, eventually even harboring murderous intentions to seize it all.

To Tiffany, the most absurd part was that Stan Olson and his family were nothing more than distant relatives. It all came down, she thought, to the sheer greed that drove people to such lengths.

Yet, Tiffany had to acknowledge the Olsons’ skill in manipulation. They had exploited her parents’ kindness so thoroughly, keeping them under their control with feigned sweetness, much like Sandra was doing now.

Tiffany descended the stairs, her footsteps drawing the attention of Thalia and Sandra.

As Tiffany made her way down in a custom-made gown, her flawless skin and slender figure were captivating. Her stunning face, untouched by makeup, radiated effortless grace. The spoiled demeanor she once carried had transformed into a languid elegance and nobility.

As their eyes followed her, Tiffany’s smile appeared. It was sweet yet enigmatic, as alluring as a rose with its hidden thorns and as serene as a spring blossom. This blend of charm created a mesmerizing presence.

If the old Tiffany had been merely a pretty face, now she was breathtakingly beautiful, exuding a transcendent grace and magnetic charms that made hearts race.

Sandra was momentarily stunned, unable to shake the sense of a looming threat. When she mer Tiffany’s clear almond-shaped eyes, a chilling coldness crept over her, sending shivers down her spine.

Chapter 4

When Thalia saw Tiffany descending the stairs, she quickly rushed over. “Your foot hasn’t healed yet. Why are you coming down alone?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of concern and gentle reproach as she reached out to support Tiffany.

The Kelley family doted on their daughter immensely, so to others, Tiffany was undoubtedly the pampered young lady born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

Feeling overlooked, Sandra couldn’t help but feel a pang of dissatisfaction and even jealousy. She believed she was just as capable as Tiffany, but while Tiffany enjoyed privilege from birth, Sandra had to navigate her own lesser status and seek approval constantly.

Why should it be that way?” Sandra fumed inwardly, though her smile never faltered. She stepped closer, offering to help Tiffany to her seat, and asked with feigned concern, “How did you get hurt? Didn’t Kenneth take care of you?”

Sandra’s tone oozed with feigned warmth, and her overly familiar mention of Kenneth only underscored the simmering hostility beneath the surface. Knowing that Kenneth had rejected Tiffany’s confession earlier that day, Sandra’s casual reference to him seemed calculated, a deliberate attempt to provoke.

In the past, Tiffany had foolishly considered Sandra a sister and a confidante, sharing everything with her and even seeking her advice on how to win Kenneth’s heart. Yet, the more she tried, the more Kenneth seemed to despise her. Reflecting now, Tiffany could see that the warning signs had always been there.

Casually sidestepping Sandra’s offered help, Tiffany gracefully settled onto the sofa and replied coolly, “Oh? You like Kenneth? If that’s the case, feel free to have him.”

Tiffany’s smile remained unchanged, her expression as seemingly innocent and easy to deceive as ever. But Sandra suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Tiffany, what are you saying? I’ve never had any improper thoughts about Kenneth. I’m thrilled you’re marrying the man you love!” Sandra replied, her tone smooth and composed.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, her voice suddenly cold. “Sandra, do you know what your family’s real talent is?

“W-what do you mean?” Sandra stammered, caught off guard.

Tiffany’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she continued, “Your father’s shamelessness is almost admirable, your mother’s greed knows no bounds, and you… you’ve mastered the art of pretending to care so well that you’ve nearly fooled yourself.” Her words were laced with venom, leaving no room for politeness.

No one could fathom the depth of Tiffany’s loathing for the Olsons.

“If I could, I’d destroy Sandra right here and now! Compared to what they did to my family these harsh words are nothing. Tiffany thought as she watched Sandra, waiting for her reaction.

Sandra stood frozen, her face a picture of hurt. “Tiffany! How could you say such things about my family?”

But Tiffany remained unmoved. Her cold gaze swept over Sandra, taking in the expensive designer clothes she wore from head to toe.

“Enough with the pretense. Are you really that clueless? When my father brought your fami into our home, he didn’t intend to keep you here forever. Now that you’ve made yourselves comfortable in Lovell City, isn’t it time you packed up and left?” Tiffany’s voice was firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Due to family ties, Tiffany’s parents had never been so direct. But today, Tiffany made her stance crystal clear, mocking the Olsons for overstaying their welcome.

Just then, Stan and Selena Olson, laden with shopping bags, entered the room, their expressions darkening as they caught Tiffany’s words.

“Tiffany, are you suggesting we’ve taken advantage of your family?” Stan retorted, stepping forward with Selena beside him, both ready for a confrontation.

Tiffany’s smile widened, though it was anything but friendly. “Isn’t that exactly what you’ve done?”

“People always say that when you accept kindness, you should feel both grateful and humbled, but this family not only lacks shame-they act like they have every right to impose! Tiffany thought, her disdain deepening

Sandra’s eyes brimmed with tears as she hurried to intercept her parents, her voice trembling with feigned distress. “Mom, Dad, don’t be upset I’m sure Tiffany didn’t mean it like that. It’s our fault. Maybe we should leave…”

Sandra looked ready to burst into tears.

Of course, Tiffany mused, her gaze icy. ‘Sandra loves playing the victim. Who wouldn’t feel sorry for her when she’s like this?”

Sensing the escalating tension, Thalia quickly intervened to ease the situation. “No, it’s not like that at all. Tiffany didn’t mean it. You’re welcome to stay-we’re family

Though they weren’t ready to let the matter go, the Olson couple’s expressions softened slightly after Thalia’s words..

“Still,” Stan remarked, his tone tinged with bitterness, “it seems Tiffany doesn’t see us as part of the family anymore. It’s disappointing. We cared for her so much when she was little, and now that she’s grown up, she’s learned to turn her back on us.”

The sarcasm in their tone grated on Thalia’s ears. “Enough of this! You must be exhausted from shopping all day. Go and rest,” Thalia snapped, her usual warmth replaced by a rare edge.

Tiffany nearly laughed out loud. Thalia had always been gentle and warm-hearted, like the warm breeze from the southern countryside. Though always kind to everyone, even the softest breeze could stir into a storm when pushed too far.

But even the kindest people have limits. Thalia’s breaking point was her children; her protective instincts were unmistakable.

Thalia’s uncharacteristically sharp retort left the Olson couple speechless. Their anger simmered beneath the surface, but they hesitated to push further.

Just then, the sound of a car pulling up outside caught everyone’s attention. One of the family’s helpers cheerfully announced, “Mr. Kelley is back.”

Charlie Kelley entered the room with his characteristic confidence.

Seizing the opportunity to gain support, Stan immediately launched into his grievance. “Charlie, look at how your daughter is behaving! She’s trying to drive us out!”

Selena quickly joined in, adding, “It’s clear we’re nothing but outsiders here. It’s a pity our parents aren’t around to see how their granddaughter treats us so ungratefully.”

With a well-practiced look of innocence, Sandra sobbed, “Uncle Charlic, I must have done something to upset Tiffany. That’s why she’s treating us this way.”

With her dramatic flair, she exaggerated the situation.

Upon hearing the commotion, Charlie frowned as he entered the room. He had always been. a man who valued family ties and believed that a few extra mouths to feed weren’t worth quarreling over, especially when it came to his own blood.

Just as he was about to scold Tiffany for her behavior, he caught sight of her tear-streaked face, and his heart sank. “Who made my daughter cry? I’ll deal with them myself!” he declared, his protective instinct kicking in.

Outside, Charlie was a prominent figure, well-respected and successful in the business world, where he thrived and made significant strides in his career.

Yet his most significant flaw, which was also his greatest strength, was his fear of his wife and his doting on his children. No matter the issue’s importance, it paled compared to a single tear from his daughter.

Stan, surprised by the sudden shift, muttered, “It’s just a few tears, Charlie. You’re overreacting.”

Charlie shot him a sharp look. Tears? My daughter’s tears aren’t just tears-they’re as precious as pearls and diamonds!”

Tiffany could no longer hold back her tears. She vividly remembered her father with prematurely gray hair, a testament to the stress and turmoil of their family’s crises. Back then, her naivety and poor decisions had only added to his burdens.

The weight of their tragedies eventually overwhelmed Charlic, leading to his collapse from stress and anger. And Sandra’s betrayal ultimately led to his death, tearing him Tiffany forever.

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But now, witnessing him still vibrant and full of life, Tiffany was engulfed by a profound mix of love and regret.

Without a second thought, Tiffany rushed into her father’s arms, clinging to him tightly. “Dad, I missed you so much…” she sobbed, her voice trembling with emotion.

 

Chapter 5

“Didn’t you call me annoying yesterday, you little brat?” Charlie teased, his tone a mix of annoyance and amusement.

“I won’t do it again, I promise!” Tiffany replied, her voice unusually sweet and obedient.

Her sudden change in attitude made Charlie burst into laughter. “We’ll see how long that lasts, he chuckled..

The dramatic episode ended just like that. The Olson family spent half the day crying and complaining, but their antics couldn’t compare to the effect of a single tear from Tiffany.

Out of brotherly love, Charlie never intended to kick the Olson family out of his house.

Tiffany understood this all too well. Her actions today were calculated, meant to light the fuse and to push the Olsons to the brink. She wanted to provoke them until their true intentions. were bare for everyone. So, when that moment arrived, she’d be ready to rip off their hypocritical facade!

Later that night, as Tiffany prepared for bed, Eric came into her room, clutching a stuffed toy, and whispered, “I don’t like the Olson family at all!”

Tiffany would comfort her brother in the past, reminding him they were family. But this time, she gently patted his head and softly reassured him, “Don’t worry! I’ll make sure they’re gone,”

The hatred Tiffany harbored had never faded, and she would ensure they paid for their actions, one by one.

Early the following day, Charlie headed off to work.

The driver then took Eric to school. Although only eight, his exceptional talents had allowed him to skip several grades. Charlie decided to keep him in primary school, not wanting to push him too hard.

As for Tiffany, she and Sandra, who were the same age, attended the elite academy Charlie had arranged for them, sharing the same grade and class.

When Tiffany stepped outside, the driver promptly opened the car door and respectfully said, “Miss Kelley, it’s time to go to school.”

Sandra was already seated inside. Upon seeing Tiffany, she flashed a mocking smile, thinking. You can try to drive us ou

but Uncle Charlie will never agree.”

Sandra was fearless, fully aware of her uncle’s temperament. However, Tiffany’s gaze remained calm and devoid of anger. She ignored Sandra entirely as if she weren’t even there.

After Tiffany got in, the car pulled away from the villa. Tiffany casually flipped through a book as they drove, showing no interest in acknowledging Sandra.

Sandra, growing impatient, finally broke the silence. “Tiffany…”

But Tiffany cut her off before she could continue. “Cut the act! Do you really think everyone’s blind to your little schemes?”

“What do you mean, Tiffany?” Sandra replied.

“Sandra, I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ve got,” Tiffany replied, her lips curling into a cold smile. “Don’t disappoint me.”

The atmosphere grew tense.

Sandra, who had been playing the role of the innocent victim, suddenly realized Tiffany was serious. Panic set in on her as Tiffany seemed like a completely different person, no longer the easy target she once was.

Looking at Tiffany, Sandra also realized that manipulating and deceiving her wouldn’t be so simple from now on. Yet, a part of Sandra felt relieved. She had spent an entire year pretending to be the loving sister, and now she was ready to drop the act. If it came to a showdown, she might not lose after all.

Half an hour later, Tiffany entered the classroom she knew all too well.

The moment she entered, someone flung a poster at her. It was a blown-up image of her public confession to Kenneth, which had clearly become the school’s latest joke.

“Tiffany, how does it feel? Look at you, chasing after a man like a fool. It’s embarrassing!” one of her classmates jeered.

“Yeah! He’s rejected you a million times, but you’re still clinging to him, insisting on that engagement, another one sneered.

“Hey, everyone, Kenneth will be here soon. I can’t wait to see how our dear Miss Kelley keeps fawning over him,” another chimed in with a laugh.

Indeed, Kenneth was the same age as Tiffany and in the same class.

Tiffany didn’t react to any of their taunts. She walked straight to her seat and casually flipped through a book, her expression calm and unbothered.

Her classmates were taken aback. Usually, Tiffany would either argue back or break down in tears, but today, she was unusually composed.

A mischievous boy decided to test her. He snatched the book from her hands and threw it in the trash. “Hey, Tiffany, why don’t you cry? If you cry, maybe I’ll let you off,” he taunted.

Tiffany stood up, maintaining her composure, and approached the boy. “Pick it up,” she demanded.

“Why would I? I threw it, so I’m not picking it up. Don’t be ridiculous!” the boy scoffed, his arrogance palpable.

Tiffany smiled, and just when everyone thought she’d back down, she delivered a powerful punch straight to the boy’s nose.

A loud cry of pain erupted across the classroom. Without wasting another second, Tiffany followed up with a kick to the boy’s knee and then grabbed his hair, slamming his head down onto the desk.

Tiffany’s ruthless and unrelenting actions took everyone by surprise.

Tiffany remained calm and collected throughout it all, even returning the boy’s taunt with a cold smile. “Cry, and if you cry, I might let you off.”

The boy’s nose bled profusely, and he began sobbing. “It hurts so much. Oh my goodness, this is so bad!” he cried.

After she had finished teaching the boy a lesson, Tiffany released her grip. The boy then rushed to pick up the book from the trash and return it to her.

Tiffany then returned to her seat, her demeanor as calm as if she hadn’t just beaten someone up.

The whispering in the surroundings continued, with most speculating that she must have been deeply affected, which explained the extreme behavior.

Suddenly, the noisy chatter ceased, and Tiffany looked up only to see someone walking through the classroom door. It was none other than Kenneth, the one she had once loved intensely.

He was tall and elegant, dressed in clean, casual attire, with an outstanding presence. He looked like he had stepped out of a comic book-handsome, refined, and radiating a sunny

Kenneth was once the light that illuminated her heart, but he ultimately destroyed. everything she had.

It would be a lie if Tiffany said she didn’t hate him. She hated how Kenneth had begged her and manipulated her into taking the fall for his first love, landing her in prison. After five years behind bars, he looked at her and asked if she thought she deserved him.

Kenneth’s words were like a hot metal seal, forever leaving a mark on her heart. However, Tiffany still hated herself the most. Her foolishness led to such humiliation, and she could only blame herself for everything that had happened.

Tiffany clenched her fist briefly before she relaxed, looking away from Kenneth. Although outsiders couldn’t perceive the change in Tiffany, Kenneth certainly could.

Since Tiffany abruptly ended their phone call with a curt response, Kenneth hadn’t heard from her again. While welcoming the change, he couldn’t help feeling strange.

When had Tiffany become so clever? Since when did she stop being clingy and decide to start playing hard to get?’ Kenneth thought.

Yet, from how she looked at him earlier, he seemed to notice the hatred in her eyes.

 

Chapter 6

Seeing him momentarily stunned, Sandra quickly tugged on his sleeve and urged, “Kenneth, you should really talk to Tiffany. She was so upset yesterday that she even mentioned. breaking off the engagement with you!”

Kenneth snapped out of his daze, his expression filled with disdain. “Good riddance!”

‘Not like I wanted this engagement anyway, Kenneth thought, rolling his eyes internally at Sandra’s words. However, Tiffany remained unfazed, her eyes still calmly fixed on her book as if his presence was of no consequence.

Just then, the school bell rang, signaling the start of class. The noise in the classroom quieted down, except for Ged Moody, the boy who was punching and still bleeding from his nose.

After getting permission to go home, Ged threw a parting shot at Tiffany, “If you’ve got the guts, meet me at the Dark Arena after school. I’ll make sure you learn what it means to be put in your place!”

The Nocturne Arena was the largest underground competition and betting in Lovell

Venu City, where competitors had to agree on a wager before the match, one they were bound honor.

Tiffany knew Ged was trying to humiliate her further, and while she initially had no intention of indulging him, she realized some people needed to be put in their place.

“Sure,” Tiffany replied casually, confident that taking down an arrogant fool like Ged would be no challenge.

And just like that, the bet was set, sending a wave of excitement through the entire class.

“Tiffany is setting herself up for embarrassment!” one of the classmates said.

“Or maybe she’s trying to get Kenneth’s attention by doing this?” another replied.

“Whatever it is, I’m going to watch it too. It’ll be great to record how badly Tiffany gets humiliated. I can’t wait!” the other classmate said.

Amid the chatter, Sandra approached Kenneth with feigned concern. “Kenneth, are you going? You could step in if Tiffany gets bullied.”

“I’m not going,” Kenneth replied dismissively. His disdain for Tiffany was so deep that even her name triggered a reflexive aversion.

Hearing his firm reply, Sandra couldn’t hide her secret delight. As the school day ended, nearly the entire class streamed toward the Nocturne Arena, eager to witness Tiffany’s impending humiliation.

After taking a beating earlier, Ged had brainstormed the most malicious ideas and selected the toughest challenge imaginable. ‘Can Tiffany handle this? She’ll probably end up crying and embarrassing herself even more, he thought with a smirk.

When Tiffany arrived at the Nocturne Arena, she found Ged waiting for her, with a sly grin plastered across his face. “So, Tiffany, are you ready for the challenge I’ve prepared just for you?” he taunted, gesturing toward the archery range, which was renowned as one of the most demanding competitions the arena had to offer.

Tiffany eyed the bows and targets before returning Ged’s gaze with a knowing smile. “Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked calmly.

Unfazed, Tiffany’s smile widened ever so slightly. ‘He has no idea I’ve been practicing archery since I was eight. Is he competing against me in this? He’s digging his own grave, she mused. silently.

Mistaking her confidence for hesitation, Ged let out a mocking laugh. “What’s the matter? Getting cold feet already? Remember that backing out isn’t an option once you’re in the Nocturne Arena!”

Ged leaned in closer, his voice laced with malice as he loser has to perform a strip dance right here, in the middle of the arena. Think you can handle that? And just so you know, the same goes for me if I lose.”

out the stakes. “Here’s the deal: the

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as whispers and murmurs filled the air. “Wow, that’s extreme!” one classmate whispered.

“Tiffany is really in big trouble this time!” another exclaimed.

“This punishment is brutal! She’ll never live it down!” a third chimed in.

The archery challenge was all about target scores. Smirking, Ged tried to appear generous. ‘I’ll give you a head start-take two extra shots. Consider it a favor.”

Tiffany calmly stepped up to the shooting line, Her voice steady and composed. “Let’s just get this over with. I don’t have time to waste.

Her casual tone made it clear that she wasn’t taking Ged seriously.

Ged’s face turned red with anger. “You ungrateful brat! Don’t come crying when this gets ugly!”

Before the challenge began, the crowd organized a betting pool. Nearly everyone placed. their money on Ged to win. Only one person bet on Tiffany out of pity rather than confidence.

Finally, Ged let his first arrow fly, and he scored six points-a decent start.

His friends erupted in cheers. “Go, Ged! It’s all on you if we’re going to see a beauty dance!”

Ged’s second shot hit the eight-point ring, boosting his confidence. His face flushed with excitement as he shouted, “Tiffany, you’re going to lose for sure!”

His subsequent shots scored four, six, two, and a perfect ten. After ten arrows, his total score was 48 points.

“So, Tiffany, if you beg me to let you off now, I might just consider it,” Ged boasted, flaunting his score.

‘He’s boasting about a mediocre score?’ Tiffany thought with a sneer. She stepped forward, taking the bow and drawing it back with slow precision-a move that would be difficult for the average girl, requiring considerable arm strength.

This was precisely why Ged chose this challenge, hoping to exploit her weakness. But he didn’t expect to see Tiffany standing on the shooting platform with a flowing red dress, her chin slightly raised, and her calm, exquisite face exuding an undeniable grace and confidence.

Her every move was breathtaking, leaving the crowd mesmerized. Some couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy.

“She’s just a little prettier than average!” someone sneered.

“All looks, no substance!” another chimed in.

“She’s just putting on a show. I bet she can’t even shoot that arrow! What a joke!” one in the crowd laughed.

As the crowd’s chatter grew, more people gathered around the Nocturne Arena.

In a VIP room on the second floor, Sidney was reporting something to Richard when he suddenly noticed the scene below. “Richard, look! There’s a stunning girl shooting arrows down there!”

Usually, Richard wasn’t interested in such things, but seeing Sidney’s excitement, he glanced down out of curiosity-and froze.

‘Isn’t that the audacious girl who had her sights set on me?” Richard thought.

Chapter 7

It was a fleeting glimpse in the forest, but Tiffany’s stunningly beautiful face and the overly delicate bow left an indelible mark on Richard’s memor

Richard gave Sidney a firm smack on the back. “Stop gawking and place a bet.”

“What?” Caught off guard, Sidney replied without thinking, “Who should I bet on?”

Richard, composed as ever, pointed towards Tiffany below. “Her.”

The bets remained open until the very end, and while everyone’s attention was on the arena, few noticed that someone had just placed a one-million-dollar bet on Tiffany to win.

As Tiffany lazily released her first arrow, the crowd watched intently. The arrow sliced through the air with impressive momentum but, to everyone’s surprise, dropped to the ground without grazing the target-missing by a wide margin.

Laughter erupted from the audience. “I knew it! She’s just a pretty face, nothing more!” someone jeered.

“Yeah, all flash and no substance! What a joke!” another chimed in.

“Looks like we’re in for a good show today. That strip dance is definitely happening!” someone else cheered, the excitement growing among the onlookers.

Amid the roaring laughter, Tiffany remained composed, her face a mask of indifference as she loaded her second arrow. But she missed again.

The crowd’s laughter only grew louder. Tiffany missed five consecutive shots in a flash, not earning a point.

To win now, Tiffany would need to hit the bullseye with each of her next five arrows. But the crowd scoffed at the idea, doubting it was even possible.

Ged laughed so hard he clutched his stomach, pointing at Tiffany as he banged on the table. “Just admit defeat! If you beg me now, I might let you get away with only stripping halfway!”

Given the warm weather and her light attire, Ged clearly implied that she’d have to dance in only her undergarments.

Tiffany cast a cold glance at Ged before drawing her bow again. Time to get serious, she thought

The audience assumed the outcome had already been decided, and there was no need to watch further.

“She’s just making a last-ditch effort before losing,” someone scoffed as the chatter and ridicule continued filling the arena.

Even Sidney, observing from the second floor, shook his head in disbelief. “She’s going to lose, he muttered.

“Not necessarily,” Richard countered while leaning casually against the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression relaxed but his tone confident.

“Really?” Sidney was skeptical until he glanced back at the arena and suddenly exclaimed, “What the…

“A perfect ten!”

Tiffany had just released her arrow, striking the bullseye with flawless precision!

The crowd’s laughter ceased abruptly, stunned by the unexpected turn.

Just moments ago, Tiffany had missed every shot. Many wondered if this was sheer luck, like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse.

Some who hadn’t been paying close attention earlier quickly concluded that she must have cheated.

But Tiffany remained unflappable. Without hesitation, she released another arrow!

Tiffany scored another perfect ten. And then, in rapid succession, her remaining three arrows. hit the bullseye.

With a final score of fifty points, Tiffany won the match.

Ged was stunned! It wasn’t until that moment that everyone realized Tiffany had intentionally missed her first five shots. She wanted to

five arrows instead of ten. It was a devastating victory, making it clear that she didn’t even see

prove she could defeat Ged with just Ged as a worthy opponent.

Then, a voice from the crowd rang out, “Someone bet 200 thousand dollars on Tiffany!” The crowd was shocked, realizing that every cent they bet on Ged was lost.

But the spectacle wasn’t over. As Tiffany stepped down from the platform, she glanced at Ged, a faint smile on her lips. “Go on, dance. Make sure everyone gets a good look at that unsightly figure of yours.”

Is it too late to back out?’ Ged wondered, thinking of making a quick escape. But before he could move, someone enthusiastically shoved him onto the stage.

The crowd erupted in chants, “Dance! Dance! Dance!”

“What’s wrong? Can’t handle losing?” someone taunted.

With his face burning with shame, Ged reluctantly started to dance, his movements stiff and awkward. As he swayed his hips and began stripping, the scene became almost too painful to watch.

Tiffany had no interest in watching any more of Ged’s humiliating performance and quietly left Nocturne Arena. Not wanting to inconvenience her family’s driver, she was about to hail a taxi. But just as she stepped outside, she ran into Kenneth and Sandra, who was clinging to his arm like a lifeline.

“Tiffany, you’re out already? Kenneth and I were just about to check on you. We were worried someone might have bullied you. Are you okay?” Sandra’s words dripped with insincere concern, and her tone was deliberately laced with affection and provocation.

Tiffany found it laughable and turned to leave, but Sandra suddenly grabbed her arm, her sharp nails digging into Tiffany’s flesh.

“Get lost!” Tiffany snapped, yanking her arm free.

Sandra let out a dramatic shriek and collapsed to the ground, making it look as though Tiffany had pushed her. It all happened so fast that Kenneth could only rush to help Sandra when he realized what was happening.

Glaring at Tiffany, Kenneth shouted, “Sandra was worried about you and asked me to check on you. This is how you repay her kindness?”

Tiffany scoffed, “You came to check on me? Do you really think you’re that important that everyone should bow down to you? Who do you think you are?”

Her words sliced through Kenneth’s composure, leaving him momentarily speechless. The Harper family was a prominent and respected clan in Lovell City-no one had ever dared to speak to him like that.

“You…” Kenneth stammered, pointing at Tiffany, too furious to form a complete sentence.

Tiffany tilted her head, leaning in closer with a mocking smile. “What’s the matter, Mr. Harper? Are you going to hit me?”

Kenneth’s few words had sparked a fierce anger within Tiffany. If not for the last thread of self-control she held onto, she would have gladly knocked this arrogant man to the ground.

The tension between them thickened, but beneath Sandra’s facade of concern, she secretly reveled in the escalating conflict.

Feigning concern, Sandra tugged on Kenneth’s arm and spoke with a teary voice, “Kenneth, it’s all my fault. Don’t be angry with Tiffany. She’s just venting her frustration. Please don’t take her words to heart!”

Instead of diffusing the situation, Sandra’s words only fanned the flames. Her gentle and understanding demeanor contrasted sharply with Tiffany’s, making Tiffany seem malicious and unreasonable.

“Let’s go!” Kenneth snapped at Tiffany, taking Sandra’s hand for the first time despite Tiffany still being his fiancée.

A loud clap of thunder rumbled through the sky as summer rain began to pour down without warning. There was no shelter outside the Nocturne Arena, leaving no place to hide from the downpour.

Already seated in Kenneth’s car, Sandra rolled down the window and called, “Tiffany, get in the car. Don’t get drenched in the rain.”

Sandra’s tone was patronizing as if she were offering a mere act of charity. Just as Tiffany was about to respond, she felt a firm grip around her waist. Startled, she looked up swiftly, only to find herself staring into an exceptionally handsome face, striking like a devilish apparition.

 

Chapter 8

Richard’s sudden appearance caught Tiffany off guard. He stood beside her, holding an umbrella that shielded them both. His other arm was securely wrapped around her waist to pull her closer, ensuring she stayed dry.

A sleek black car, unmistakably from the Hampton family, zoomed up and stopped boldly at the arena’s entrance. Richard softly chuckled as Tiffany remained in a daze and gently patted her waist. “Get in.”

His deep, magnetic voice left no room for hesitation, and Tiffany slipped into the car without a second thought.

Sandra’s previously smug expression turned sour. “That’s Richard Hampton-the most influential man in Lovell City! When did Tiffany connect with the Hampton family?’ Her thoughts raced.

‘And he’s Kenneth’s uncle!’ The realization made Sandra glance nervously at Kenneth.

“Kenneth…” Sandra began.

“I’ll take you home, Kenneth cut her off before she could continue.

Kenneth’s tone was icy, seething with frustration. He was still reeling from Tiffany’s earlier insults, and now, seeing her so closely involved with Richard made his blood boil.

Sandra bit her lip, the earlier charm of Kenneth now paling in comparison to the memory of Richard’s striking appearance.

While Kenneth and Sandra wrestled with their own thoughts, Tiffany already regretted her impulsive decision to get into Richard’s car. ‘What was I thinking? Why did I just jump into his car like that?’

The ride was silent until Tiffany cleared her throat and broke the awkward tension. “Mr. Richard, how’s your injury?”

Richard’s expression darkened at her formality, while Sidney couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. However, his amusement vanished when he noticed Richard’s stern glare in the rearview mirror.

“Do I really seem that old-fashioned?” Richard asked through gritted teeth, his narrowing at Tiffany.

Tiffany shook her head vigorously, indicating it wasn’t her intention to offend.

Richard was the youngest son of the Hampton family, born later in his father’s life. Though he was only seven years older than Tiffany, he belonged to her father’s generation by seniority, making her formal address technically correct.

Noticing Richard’s displeasure at her formal address, Tiffany swiftly shifted the conversation. “Thank you for helping me and for the ride home.”

“No need for thanks,” Richard replied with a faint smile. “Just returning the favor for tending to my injuries and saving me earlier.”

Tiffany fell silent, feeling a pang of guilt. ‘Did he notice the bow I tied?’ she wondered, not daring to say another word.

Suddenly, Sidney turned around with a teasing grin. “Hey, you’re the first girl to ride in Richard’s car. How does it feel?”

Sidney was hinting at Richard’s usual cold demeanor toward relationships. Now that Richard. seemed interested in someone for the first time, Sidney saw it as his duty to play matchmaker.

Caught off guard, Tiffany instinctively replied, “Oh, I’m very honored.”

Richard was momentarily speechless at their exchange.

On the other hand, Sidney burst into laughter again, thumping the steering wheel as he chuckled. ‘Her calm and straightforward answer is just too adorable. Couldn’t she at least. pretend to be excited or surprised?’ he thought.

As Sidney laughed, Tiffany studied his face, feeling a vague sense of familiarity. She couldn’t quite place where she had seen him before and drifted into thought.

Richard leaned in closer, his voice taking on a teasing edge. “Enjoying the view?”

Tiffany snapped back to reality, suddenly aware of how close Richard was. He was so near that she was practically pinned in the corner of the car, surrounded by the faint, pleasant scent he wore. The proximity felt uncomfortably intimate, and she couldn’t help but feel a little flustered.

With nowhere to retreat, Tiffany whispered, “I’m running out of space here…”

Richard remained silent, his eyes locked on her with curiosity, scrutiny, and a touch of something more unsettling.

Tiffany’s heart raced as she recalled hearing about Richard’s unpredictable temperament. Up close, she could feel the unpredictability radiating off him, making her pulse quicken with unease.

As the car came to a stop, Tiffany quickly opened the door and stepped out. “Thank you for the ride, Richard! I’ll treat you to a meal sometime!” she called over her shoulder as she hurried away.

Sidney watched the retreating figure with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Turning to Richard, whose expression was unreadable, he asked, “What did you do to her?”

“Nothing.” Richard replied calmly. “But she’s a labyrinth of hidden thoughts and motives. You better keep your distance.”

Sidney blinked, bewildered. ‘Why am I getting dragged into this?’ he thought. Then, a sudden realization hit him. ‘Wait, does Richard mean only he can get close to her, but I can’t?”

A shiver ran down Sidney’s spine, but he brushed it off, thinking he was probably overthinking things. After all, expecting someone as cold as Richard to warm up so quickly seemed unlikely.

Sandra stepped out of Kenneth’s vehicle just as Sidney and Richard were about to depart. Spotting the Hampton car, she quickly decided to stage an accident-not for money, but to catch Richard’s attention.

However, before she could act, Sidney, oblivious to her presence, hit the gas. The car sped off, sending a wave of water from a nearby puddle splashing all over Sandra, drenching her before she could make her move.

Drenched and fuming, Sandra stomped her foot in frustration, wondering what she lacked and how infuriating it was when everyone only had eyes for Tiffany.

A flash of malice flickered in her eyes as she gazed up at the grand villa. “Sooner or later, all of this will be mine,” she vowed. “And Tiffany will be the one groveling at my feet, never to rise again!”

Chapter 9

As Tiffany stepped into her home, her mind was still buzzing from Richard’s piercing gaze earlier. ‘Did my lingering glances at Sidney stir something in Richard?”

Everyone in Lovell Gity knew that Richard and Sidney were practically inseparable, their bond something more than friendship. There were even whispers that Richard had no interest in women at all.

‘Could it be… that those two were actually a couple? Tiffany wondered.

The more Tiffany considered this, the more plausible it sounded. If that were the case, could work to her advantage. To secure Richard’s support, she could try to appeal to his preferences.

With this revelation lifting her spirits, Tiffany entered her family mansion in high spirits.

However, as soon as she crossed the threshold, she overheard Selena’s insidious attempts to manipulate her brother.

“Eric, sweetie, you’re your father’s only son. This massive family business-who else would inherit it but you? Your sister wouldn’t survive a day running the company. You need to be careful, or she might try to claim the entire fortune for herself!”

Eric was sprawled on the couch after school, fiddling with a Rubik’s cube, while Selena. droned on beside him.

“Sweetheart, I’m saying all this for your own good. You don’t understand it now because you’re young, but when you grow up, you’ll see how much I care!”

Tiffany leaned against the doorframe, a cold smirk forming on her lips.

‘What a twisted idea of “caring” for someone, she thought.

Every word was designed to create a rift between her and her brother. The irony was that Selena had a completely different story when talking to Tiffany.

Tiffany remembered how she had previously fallen for Selena’s manipulations. She had been convinced that the family business would go to her brother, and after marrying Kenneth, she thought she would be left with nothing as the Harper family’s embarrassing disappointment.

How naive she had been to believe Selena’s lies.

For a long time, she had distanced herself from her brother out of resentment.

The way Selena twisted her words had corroded their close bond done?

Just as Tiffany was about to speak, Eric suddenly looked up from the couch. “Are you Now it’s my turn to talk. First, I have no problem with my sister inheriting everything. Second, my sister is awesome, and you have no right to insult her.”

With that, he turned and walked away.

Those words were surprisingly mature for an eight-year-old. But Selena wasn’t ready to back down. She tried to stir up more trouble.

Eric quickly turned back, a mischievous grin on his face that mirrored his sister’s striking features. “I recorded everything you just said. I’ll let my dad listen to it later.”

The threat hung heavy in the air.

Selena was flustered, as she hadn’t expected the tables to be turned on her by a child.

Such talk might be fine in private, but if Charlie heard it, with his protective nature, he’d definitely give her an earful!

“Eric, honey,” she stammered, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. “I was just teasing. Why so serious?”

Selena laughed nervously, glancing at Tiffany as she walked in. Selena immediately fell silent,

Seeing his sister, Eric’s face lit up with excitement. “Sis, come on! I want to show you something cool!” he said, tugging her toward the stairs.

“Sure!” Tiffany replied with a smile.

Ignoring Selena completely, the siblings headed upstairs.

When they reached Eric’s room, Tiffany crouched down to his level, a playful glint in her eyes. “So, did you really record her?”

Eric shook his head earnestly. “Nope, just wanted to scare her!”

He thought for a moment and added, “Even if I did record her, it wouldn’t get her kicked out. Dad’s not that strict. They’re so annoying, always talking bad about you, sis…”

Tiffany sighed, her expression softening. “Don’t worry about it, kiddo. I’ve got it covered. Just trust me, okay?”

Her calm tone had a reassuring effect on Eric. He nodded eagerly, his confidence visibly renewed. He could sense that his sister was different now-more grounded and less easily swayed by superficial gestures.

After they spent some time playing video games, Tiffany eventually got up to return to her room. As she approached the door, she noticed it was slightly ajar.

Her frown deepened; it was clear that someone had been inside.

Everyone in the family knew how much she disliked people entering her room or touching her belongings. The maids wouldn’t dare, so it had to be someone else with the audacity to do so.

Pushing the door open, Tiffany, found Sandra sitting at her vanity, fiddling with the diamond bracelet she had carefully stored away.

The bracelet had been a gift from Mrs. Harper after her engagement to Kenneth. It was a family heirloom, passed down only to the daughters-in-law of the Harper family.

Tiffany had been thrilled to receive it but had kept it hidden, afraid of damaging such a precious treasure.

Her eyes widened in shock when she saw Sandra, proudly flaunting the diamond bracelet. Tiffany threw open the door, her voice cold and commanding. “Get out.”

Sandra, unfazed, admired the bracelet on her wrist with a smug grin. “Why the fuss, sis? I’m just admiring your beautiful bracelet.”

She chuckled. “I bet you’re really furious right now. Probably thinking of hitting me?”

“You think I wouldn’t?”

“Oh, I’m sure you would,” Sandra retorted, her tone dripping with disdain. “But if you do, what if something happens to this precious bracelet?”

Sandra’s envy was palpable. She was burning with jealousy. Tiffany had used her privileged status to become Kenneth’s fiancée.

And just as Sandra had managed to make Kenneth despise Tiffany, Tiffany-had already moved on to Richard.

Sandra was seething.

Though Sandra knew she should remain calm, she couldn’t resist provoking Tiffany after being disrespected earlier. She thought toying with the bracelet would be the perfect way to get under Tiffany’s skin.

But Sandra had underestimated Tiffany’s resolve

Tiffany marched up to her and delivered two sharp slaps to Sandra’s face.

The slaps came so fast that Sandra was still basking in her smugness, not fully registering what had happened until she felt the stinging heat on her checks.

“You… you actually hit me!” Sandra gasped in disbelief.

Tiffany’s lips curled into a cold smirk. Without hesitation, she swung her hand back and delivered two more slaps across Sandra’s face.

“Sandra, you’ve got some nerve! Sneaking into my room, messing with my stuff, and then having the gall to gloat about it? Who do you think you are?”

Tiffany wasn’t about to show any mercy to someone who had practically begged for a beating by barging into her personal space.

 

Chapter 10

The rapid succession of Tiffany’s slaps left Sandra completely stunned. The pain on her face. was the least of her concerns now.

She glared at Tiffany, her eyes filled with venom “Aren’t you afraid I’ll smash this bracelet?” she threatened.

The bracelet was on Sandra’s wrist. One deliberate knock against the table would surely break it.

This tactic might have worked on the old Tiffany, who treasured the bracelet and her status as Kenneth’s future wife. But for the new Tiffany…

She smirked nonchalantly. “Go ahead. Break it. Then you can kiss your chances of marrying Kenneth goodbye.”

Sandra’s fortitude crumbled instantly.

The old Tiffany most definitely would have done anything for Kenneth. But this new Tiffany seemed possessed, suddenly ruthless towards her sister and utterly disgusted with Kenneth.

Sandra hoped it was all just an act to throw her off.

While Sandra hesitated, Tiffany grabbed her and unceremoniously tossed her out of the room.

Sandra found herself lying face flat on the floor. Worried about breaking the delicate diamond bracelet, she couldn’t even use her hands to break her fall, resulting in a harder landing on her backside.

Selena, who had just come upstairs, witnessed this scene. Assuming the worst, she immediately started shouting, “Tiffany, how dare you bully your sister like this!”

Her ability to twist any narrative was truly remarkable.

Tiffany remained calm, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous smile. “You seem to have forgotten. This is my territory. Even if you brought my parents here, what could you do to me?”

It was the truth. Given how protective Tiffany’s parents were, they’d probably be more concerned about whether Tiffany had hurt her hand while pushing Sandra.

Selena was enraged.

Tiffany to avoid getting her parents involved. Through gritted teeth, she said, “Sis, don’t be angry. Here, take it back…

Tiffany looked down at Sandra on the floor, her smile imperious. “Learn your lesson. The next time you enter my room, it won’t just be a few slaps.”

With that, Tiffany instructed a nearby maid to take the bracelet, disinfect it, and return it to her room.

Tiffany’s only reason for not trashing the bracelet after Sandra’s touch was its impending return to the Harper family. To her, it was now tainted.

With a resounding slam, Tiffany shut the door in Selena and Sandra’s faces.

Sandra struggled to her feet, her face hidden behind her hands, eyes brimming with tears.

Selena gazed at her daughter, sympathy etched on her face. “Why did you have to touch her. precious bracelet? That little witch went too far, hitting her own sister like that!”

Sandra remained silent, trudging to her room with her head bowed.

Once inside, she collapsed onto her bed, unleashing a torrent of tears.

For Sandra, the physical pain of the slaps paled in comparison to the emotional anguish. What truly stung was the absence of anyone to come to her rescue, leaving her to endure the abuse in silence.

Sandra unleashed her fury on her parents. “You’re both useless!” she spat. “You rangst stand idly by while your daughter is humiliated! You promised a better life with the Kelleys, but look at what’s happened–we’re nothing but glorified doormats here!”

“Sandra…” Selena murmured.

Her parents had dreamed of a life where she would be pampered and adored. The reality, however, had cruelly shattered those illusions.

Selena was right; they had no real power, forced to live under someone else’s roof and endure their whims.

Looking at her daughter’s swollen cheeks, Selena’s anger flared. She lowered her voice, “Don’t worry, Sandra. Your father will see to this. When the time is right, the Kelleys won’t be able to push us around anymore!”

“Really?” Sandra perked up, feeling somewhat relieved.

Since yesterday’s incident, Sandra had been goading her parents, insisting that no matter how well the Kelleys treated them, it was nothing more than piteous charity.

If they wanted to truly succeed, they needed to be on top themselves–their plan was to. gradually take over the Kelley family business.

Finally, they were going to fight back!

Sandra felt a rush of excitement. She could almost see Tiffany on her knees before her, begging and crying. When that time came, Sandra would have countless ways to make Tiffany’s life a living hell.

As the mother–and–daughter duo fantasized behind closed doors about usurping the Kelley family’s vast fortune, they were oblivious to the fact that every word was being picked up by the listening device Tiffany had planted in Sandra’s room.

Tiffany was all too aware of just how devious this family of three could be. Their ambition knew no bounds, their greed insatiable.

For them to claim the Kelleys hadn’t treated them well was rich. On the contrary, it was they who were never satisfied, always demanding more without any sense of decency.

Deep down, they knew the truth. But they chose to lie to themselves, feigning ignorance to justify their boundless greed.

Tiffany removed her headphones, her eyes gleaming with a newfound intensity.

She considered the situation carefully. The information she had gathered through eavesdropping, while revealing, might not be sufficient to sway her father’s opinion. completely.

Tiffany felt that more concrete evidence would be necessary to fully expose the Olsons‘ intentions. The snippets of conversation she had overheard weren’t going to be enough to make her father truly despise the Olsons.

She needed to dig deeper.

Her plan was simple–root out every hidden scheme and lay it bare before her father. He had to see that his kindness had been wasted on a family that had no conscience.

They were wolves in sheep’s clothing, and they were plotting to bring her family down. When the time came, no amount of pleading would save them from her father’s wrath.

With a determined nod, Tiffany grabbed her new phone and dialed a familiar number.

“Hey, Uncle Owen? It’s Tiffany. I need a favor.”

Meanwhile, Cedar Ridge Villa was alive with laughter and chatter, the warm glow of lights. spilling from every window.

The family sat together, enjoying each other’s company, while Stan and Selena played the part of the dutiful guests, pouring drinks and serving food with smiles that seemed almost Too innocent.

Tiffany couldn’t help but smirk at the scene.

The bait was set; now all she had to do was wait for the fish to bite.