Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

The rumble of thunder filled the air. Tiffany Kelley, covered in blood, collapsed into the muddy ground. Beside her, a woman stood tall, her foot pressing down on Tiffany’s back as she sneered triumphantly, “Tiffany, weren’t you always so proud, never willing to bow your head? Fine, break her bones, one by one!” In her previous life, Tiffany had foolishly given her heart to the wrong man, sacrificing everything, only to be betrayed by the man and her cousin. She died a horrible death, drenched by the rain. Boom-another clap of thunder echoed through the sky. Tiffany screamed and abruptly opened her eyes. Intense sunlight pierced through the leaves, drenching her face. She lay in a wild field on the outskirts, drenched and disheveled. Tiffany froze, shocked to find that it was the day of her eighteenth birthday. She had time-traveled back to eighteen. Back at eighteen, she came for killing, seeking revenge, and slapping down her enemies. Determined to cling to a big shot, she found herself whisked into the orbit of Richard Hampton, a man everyone in the city loved and hated.