Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Jade, Ged, and Jansen. Three lives were lost.

Jansen was already known to be far from virtuous. Hence, his death at the hands of Melody didn’t stir much outrage.

However, the deaths of Jade and Ged hit much closer to home. They were students at Lovell School. Their classmates saw them every day.

Perhaps just the day before, they had been present in the classroom, laughing, arguing, full of youthful energy. And then, the next day, they were gone.

The murderer turned out to be Melody, widely admired for her talent, kindness, and grace. She had been the personification of elegance and charm.

When the news broke, many at Lovell School who had once been close to Melody were left in shock.

A delayed sense of fear settled over them, and more than a few patted their chests in relief, saying, “Thank goodness I’m still alive.”

“Thank Melody for sparing my

life.”

“She’s a devil, isn’t she? I can’t believe I used to be so close to her. Who could have imagined she would kill her deskmate, Jade?”

“And Ged. Did she kill him just to get back at Tiffany? Was it because Ged was friendly with Tiffany, so she took out her revenge on him?”

“A woman like her is absolutely terrifying…”

The shock and gossip among outsiders were one thing, but for the families of wave of torment and agony.

the

victims, the revelation brought a fresh

They had thought the case was resolved, with the killer confessing and taking the punishment. Yet now, the real truth was laid bare, reopening old wounds.

Jade’s parents, who had heard Melody’s confession in the cemetery long ago, were left powerless at the time, with no evidence to support their accusations. Jansen had shouldered all the blame and ended his life, halting the investigation.

But at last, the truth that should have come to light long ago was finally revealed. It was a long–overdue justice.

When the news of Ged’s death had first come, his parents seemed to have aged overnight.

He had been their only child, their pride and joy. That morning just like any other, he had left for school, turning back to wave at them.

He had Ped to return home for dinner.

But that night, Greg and Candice were met with a soul–crushing tragedy.

The blow was devastating, especially for a family already reeling from financial ruin. The Moody family never recovered from the loss.

And what made it worse was the lack of closure. The killer was unknown, leaving them no one to blame, no one to seek revenge against.

Now, at last, there was clarity about that fateful night.

Candice broke down in tears, sobbing. “Justice… finally, there’s justice! My son was so innocent. His life had just begun. How cruel must someone be to take that away? Do you even have empathy?”

Her choked cries echoed through the Moody family’s villa, a heartbreaking testament to their unending grief.

Outside the villa, under the bright glow of streetlights, Tiffany sat in her car. The warmth of the heater did little to chase away the cold she felt deep inside.

Back then, Melody’s real target had been her. Because she couldn’t find a flaw to exploit, she turned her attention to Tiffany friends instead.

Tiffany thought Jade and Ged were dead because of her. She closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands covered hers. Accompanied by the chill of the opened car door, a refreshing yet commanding presence wrapped around her as she was pulled into a firm embrace.

Richard’s deep and soothing voice broke the silence, uttering just two words. “Silly girl.”

He didn’t need to ask. Just one look at Tiffany’s expression told him everything. This little fool was undoubtedly consumed by guilt over her friends‘ deaths.

But no matter what, the one responsible for these heinous acts was Melody.

A person with such malicious intent would always find opportunities to harm others, no matter how much one tried to guard against it.

The one who truly deserved guilt and the burden of atonement was the heartless murderer.

Tiffany lifted her gaze, locking eyes with Richard, her voice steady and firm. “Before our wedding, I want to see Melody sentenced and executed with my own eyes.”

It wasn’t a wish. It was a declaration of absolute certainty.

Tiffany knew the legal process could be lengthy. Even with all the damning evidence against Melody, the uncertainties were too many.

If any unforeseen complications arose or Melody managed to exploit a loophole, this hard–earned opportunity could be wasted.

Richard raised an eyebrow, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead

Richard raised his eyebrows and planted a kiss between her eyebrows.

He said, “No rush. Leave everything to me.”

“Alright.” Tiffany nodded. With Richard’s influence and resources, she had no reason to worry.

But there was something more pressing on her mind right now.

Tiffany stepped out of the car, clutching the Treasure Box tightly. She glanced at the Moody family villa before walking toward it with deliberate steps.

She greeted, “Mr. Moody, Mrs. Moody.”

The sight of her caught the couple off guard for a moment. They hastily wiped their tears, forcing a smile.

Candice said, “Tiffany, what brings you here at this hour? You didn’t even let us know you were coming. The staff are on leave, so there’s nothing to offer you.

Candice started toward the kitchen, intending to make coffee, but Tiffany gently stopped her.

She said, “Mrs. Moody, there’s no need. The reason I’m here tonight is to show you something.”

“What is it?” The couple exchanged puzzled glances but didn’t think much of it.

Since the tragic loss of their son, they had been steeped in grief, their spirits broken. There were even times when they considered to end their own lives.

Tiffany often visited, bringing gifts and trying to lift their spirits, but pulling someone out of despair was easier said than done.

When they saw the Treasure Box in Tiffany’s hands, they noted its intricate design and guessed it might be some sort of film projector.

Greg wiped his face and said, his voice trembling, “Tiffany, we appreciate your kindness, but we’re too heartbroken to enjoy anything right now.”

Tiffany acted as though she hadn’t heard.

She opened the Treasure Box and softly whispered, “Is everything I asked for last time ready?”

A voice from within the box immediately responded, “Yes. Everything is prepared. You may enter the desired timeline whenever you wish.”

Previously, Tiffany had told it that she wanted to defy death and undo the irreversible.

The Treasure Box was powerful but not omnipotent. Reviving the dead wasn’t within its abilities, but there was another way. It could use a parallel timeline as a new beginning to bring back those who had died.

Tiffany nodded in satisfaction. “Then let’s begin.”

As her words fell, the Treasure Box emitted an intense blue glow The ancient, intricate patterns on its surface shimmered with a divine and mysterious light.

The Moody couple stared in astonishment, unable to believe their eyes as the unimaginable unfolded before them.