Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

The subordinates immediately got to work. It was easy enough to find a sewing kit in the servants‘ quarters.

But Alexia still didn’t get it. She kept acting like the spoiled young lady she was, her voice sharp. “How dare you talk like that to your master?”

Lorenzo just shook his head and laughed bitterly. He didn’t know whether to call her naive or plain stupid.

Then again, it made sense. The Harper family had sheltered her all her life. She’d grown up thinking the world revolved around her.

Lorenzo smiled and slapped her across the face, making Alexia’s head snap to the side.

Romeo stood up, anger flashing in his eyes. “Enough! She is still young. I will apologize on her behalf. Please don’t take it out on her.”

In this situation, he had no choice but to try to smooth things over.

“Grandpa?” Alexia looked up, completely shocked.

This was the first time she had ever seen her grandfather apologize to anyone, especially not someone like this.

She couldn’t understand why he was doing this. They were beneath them, yet Romeo was the one apologizing. It felt like a huge insult.

Her anger flared, and her eyes went red. She shouted, “Someone! Where are the bodyguards? Where’s the butler? Where is everyone? Get these assholes out of my house!”

But no one came, even when her voice cracked from yelling.

That was when Alexia realized something wasn’t right. “Who are you? Why did you break into my house?”

Lorenzo smirked. “A little late for questions, don’t you think?” He grabbed a needle from his subordinate, its sharp tip glinting in the light.

“Hold her down,” he ordered, and his bodyguards moved to restrain Alexia.

She panicked as soon as she saw they were serious. She shook her head, her voice trembling. “I was wrong! I was wrong! Please, don’t–don’t come near me, please!”

Lorenzo was never one to show mercy. The silver needle went in, and Alexia’s scream filled the room.

Romeo rushed forward, but one of the men kicked him down without hesitation.

He was an old man, and this was the second time he had been knocked down in such a short time. Romeo struggled to get up, panting. His voice cracked as he tried to command, “Enough Stop it now!”

‘Lorenzo’s voice was icy as he asked, “Are you going to hand it over or not?”

The silver needle struck again, and blood started dripping onto the floor, staining the celadon tiles red.

Alexia’s face went pale from the pain. It was so intense she thought she might pass out. She wanted to scream for help, but her body wouldn’t let her. She couldn’t even find the strength to speak, just weak, desperate sounds coming from her throat.

The pain was too much. Her face twisted in agony, her body shaking from the torment. It was obvious how much she was suffering.

Romeo’s heart broke seeing her like this. She was his granddaughter, the one he’d watched grow up, the one he’d raised. But now, she was bleeding, and it was like a knife to his own heart.

But if he handed over the Treasure Box now, everything he had worked for–the secret he had kept for over a decade- would be exposed. The dream of living longer, the one thing he’d obsessed over, would vanish in an instant.

In his eyes, more than ten years of obsession was worth as much as his granddaughter’s blood.

Lorenzo saw Romeo’s hesitation and grinned, driving the needle in again. “Since you don’t care about your own granddaughter, I won’t hold back anymore.”

He was the definition of ruthless and cruel. Alexia’s body shook with fear, tears streaming down her face as her voice trembled.

“Ugh… please, save me-” She could barely get the words out.

Romeo’s tears fell too, his voice breaking as he finally gave in. “The Treasure Box–it’s buried under the fig tree.”

It was a real blow that the secret, hidden for more than ten years, couldn’t stay buried anymore.

Romeo slumped to the ground, his eyes cloudy, filled with regret.

Lorenzo didn’t waste any time. As soon as he heard it, he motioned for his men to dig it up.

The fig tree was in Romeo’s yard, and it wasn’t long before they found the tightly wrapped package buried beneath the soil. Lorenzo released Alexia and eagerly tore into the package. Under the layers of oilskin, a soft blue glow flickered quietly. It was the Treasure Box. The same mysterious, blue–colored object that seemed to pulse with a strange power. Lorenzo let out a laugh, feeling a rush of satisfaction. After all the searching, he’d finally found it. He could finally report back to his master.

“Retreat!” he commanded, and his subordinates immediately fired a flare into the sky. A firework bloomed over the Harper family’s manor, signaling the end of their mission.

Within moments, nearly a hundred highly–trained assassins had disappeared, leaving the Harper estate like they had never been there at all.

All that remained was chaos–blood, destruction, and the lingering smell of tears. Alexia was still on the ground, shaking uncontrollably, cold sweat dripping from her.

“Alexia?” Romeo struggled to his feet and tried to move toward her, but Alexia’s face was twisted in hate. Her eyes were swollen from crying, filled with anger.

The silver needle was still hanging from her skin, the thread stretched painfully tight, making it impossible for her to speak. But her expression said it all–she hated Romeo.

She hated her grandfather for not giving up the Treasure Box sooner. If he had, maybe she wouldn’t have had to suffer like ‘this. Maybe she wouldn’t have been reduced to this agony.

Romeo closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the weight of it all. Everything he had lived for, every dream, every obsession–it had all been for nothing.

Lorenzo left the Harper family’s manor, practically grinning from ear to ear. He jumped into the car and handed Felix the

down!” Treasure Box. “Sir, I found it! Didn’t let you

“Not bad,” Felix replied, barely reacting, his face still as cold as ever.

Lorenzo’s excitement was barely contained. “With the Treasure Box in your hands, and the power inside, once you take down Richard, no one in Lovell City will stand in your way.”

Felix tightened his grip on the box, a cold smile forming on his lips. “Let’s go.”

The sleek car roared to life and sped off into the night. Melody, her heart pounding, carefully got out of the car after Felix and his men had left.

Felix had definitely noticed her following them, but he did not care.

Still, Melody couldn’t help it–she had to know what happened at the manor. Hesitation and fear gnawed at her, but she peeked inside.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

The manor was as lavish as ever, but the atmosphere was chillingly silent. Then, her eyes landed on the bloodstains on the floor, and a shiver ran down her spine. Those people were terrifying.

Fear quickly overtook Melody. She backed away, panic setting in and rushed out of the door, practically running to escape the dark, foreboding place.

As she scrambled out through the metal door, running as fast as she could, she didn’t even notice her necklace had fallen to the ground.