Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Kenneth felt that he was a fool, too stupid to see that the people saying these things weren't offering advice.

They were mocking him, their eyes filled with malice, jealousy, and smug amusement. Because of that envy, they made their remarks increasingly vicious, Kenneth's pride was ofien so foolishly stubborn.

In the past, someone would gloat, "Mr. Harper, Tiffany is head over heels for you, and she's gorgeous, too. You really feel nothing?"

Then, the crowd would laugh, his friends and spoiled rich kids all looking on, eager for the drama.

And there Tiffany would be, her face full of hope.

But Kenneth only ever put on an indifferent mask, answering coldly. "What does that have to do with me?"

And each time he said it, the light in Tiffany's eyes dimmed just a little more.

That innocence of hers, so unaffected and sweet, should've pulled at his heartstrings..

But instead, he let others' scornful gazes make him shove her away and treat her like a burden.

Kenneth deserved the sad ending.

His chest tightened, and the images continued to flash through his mind.

In the next instant, he remembered meeting Melody, the transfer student who captured his attention with her open-hearted, charm

Ignoring all protests, he insisted on breaking off the engagement with Tiffany.

Later, Melody had a run-in with a local thug, and in the panic of the moment, she accidentally killed him. Terrified and sobbing, she begged Kenneth for help, suggesting Tiffany could take the fall for her. And he agreed.

Kenneth's face turned pale, and his forehead throbbed with shock

"No, that couldn't be. I would never agree to something like that This isn't real. It's all lies!" he shouted, the disbelief overwhelming him.

But a hollow voice, drifting from the glowing box, replied softly, "Young man, this is your past life."

The truth remained the truth, whether he accepted it or not.

No matter how Kenneth tried to deny it, the images continued.

When he suggested Tiffany take the blame, she actually agreed. But her only condition was, "When I'm released, you have to keep your promise and marry me." "Alright," he had sind,

What a one-sided, brutal bargain.

Kenneth was horrified. It was as if a hammer was pounding against his chest, each blow more painful than the last.

And the worst was yet to coage. In prison, Tiffany endured constant abuse and humiliation.

The once-proud noble lady, the sweet and innocent girl, came out of the prison looking like a shadow of her former self, lifeless and hollow.

Meanwhile, Melody had orchestrated the burning of Thalia, poisoned Eric, and even disconnected Charlie's oxygen. One by one, every member of the Kelley family met a tragic fate.

By the time Tiffany was released, she had nothing left. Her family was gone, her home destroyed.

But now, Kenneth was living in bliss with Melody, completely unaware.

When Tiffany returned to ask Kenneth to fulfill his promise, he scoffed at her, looking down on her with disgust. "Do you really think you're worthy?"

The girl who once shone with laughter had turned silent.

Then, she walked away.

On her way home, she was kidnapped by Sandra's men. They beat her to death.

The scene vanished, and the light from the Treasure Box faded, leaving the room silent and still.

Kenneth could hear his own ragged breathing

In just a few minutes, he had seen it all, but it felt as if he had relived an entire lifetime, enduring its endless torment. He thought, "No wonder Tiffany hates me so much. No wonder she said I could never repay what I owe her in this life. Kenneth stumbled to his feet, returning the box to its place under the bed, then ran out like a man possessed.

The butler, panicking at his disappearance, cried out when he saw Kenneth rushing out. "Goodness! Where have you been? We're going to miss the ceremony!"

"Go." Kenneth said.

He climbed into the car, his face frantic and unsettled.

"Quickly!" Kenneth said.

He needed to see Tiffany.

He had to tell her that he regretted it all

Back at the hotel where the engagement party was being held.

It was almost eleven, and most of the guests had already arrived Melody, draped in a delicate veil and a lavish gown, stood on the platform, smiling sweetly with anticipation. But the groom had yet to arrive.

Felicia, trying to maintain her composure, forced a smile. "He must be caught in traffic. She quickly turned and called home again, her anxiety growing. "Is he on his way?" "He left! He's already on the road and should be there in about ten minutes, the butler assured her. "Ma'am, please don't

worry. He didn't mean to be late."

"Fine," Felicia muttered before hanging up. She approached Melody to reassure her. "Kenneth is on his way now, just a bit delayed by the traffic, but he'll be here soon." As she spoke, Felicia's brow furrowed. "Melody, is something wrong with your face?"

"A sudden allergy, Melody explained with a sigh. "The doctor said it's an acute reaction, probably to something I ate last night. It might take a few days to clear up." "Oh, it's fine, it's hardly noticeable, Felicia replied, patting her lund in a poor attempt to reassure her.

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Yet under the bright lights and clinera flashes, the red blotches covering her skin were hard to miss.

Suddenly, a mischievous child climbed onto the stage, circling around behind Melody before yanking off her veil with a

shout.

"Look, it's the bride!"

Without the veil, Melody's face, covered in glaring red welts, was laid bare for all to see.

Gasps echoed throughout the room as the guests stared, visibly shaken.

Now fully exposed under the glaring lights, Melody was left helpless, humiliated.

Grabbing the veil back from the child's hand, Melody tried to cover her face. But the little boy burst into tears, wailing, "She's the ugliest bride ever! I don't want to look!" Laughter, stifled and whispered, began to ripple through the crowd.

They might not laugh outright, out of respect for the Kelley and Harper families, but they could hardly contain their

amusement.

Melody's fists clenched. She was