Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Kenneth drove halfway to the Wedding House where Melody was waiting before he suddenly remembered something

A few days prior, he'd stumbled upon a hidden compartment in his grandfather's room. Inside it was a mysterious, dark- blue box that instantly piqued his curiosity.

If it was important enough for his grandfather to hide, it had to be significant. So, Kenneth'd sketched the box and discreetly sent someone to investigate.

But days had passed without any updates.

Frowning, Kenneth dialed his assistant's number.

"Odin, there's still no progress on what I asked you to investigater Kenneth asked.

"Don't worry. The item you asked about is incredibly rare. I've contacted several people, but none of them had any information. However, I reached out to someone yesterday who might know more. If things go well, I should have an answer for you tonight." "Alright, Kenneth replied, deciding to be patient a while longer

keep quiet.

"Remember, you are not to disclose this to anyone. Make sure the people you contact know to keep

Yes, Odin said.

With the call finished, Kenneth arrived at the Wedding House.

Stepping out of the car, he strode inside,

Staff members on either side greeted him with respectful bows. Good afternoon, Mr. Harper."

This Wedding House was part of the Harper family's business.

It employed professional designers who created custom gowns and suits, and there was dedicated wedding team responsible for every aspect of the ceremony.

The Kelley and Harper engagement would be a grand affair, befitting the union of two prominent families.

Kenneth walked deeper into the building, finally reaching a room where the staff had all been dismissed, leaving Melody standing alone in the spotlight.

She wore a long white gown that accentuated her figure, and when she turned, her delicate features radiated beauty.

Kenneth smiled. "You look stunning"

"Really?" she replied, though disappointment flashed in her eyes

Melody thought, Then why didn't he look even a bit enchanted?

Melody stepped closer, trying to find a hint of admiration or love in his gaze.

But there was nothing... no difference from the way he looked at her or anyone else.

Melody's heart sank little by little

But outwardly, she wore a bright smile. "Kenneth, just three more days left. Will you promise me that you'll never betray

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"Of course," Kennethi's response was calm. "That's a man's basic duty and responsibility"

Melody thought, 'So, it is about duty and responsibility, not love

Melody nodded, then leaned up to give him a kiss on the check

I love you, Melody said.

love you too," Kenneth said.

Noticing his stiffness, Melody chose to ignore it. Smiling, she gently pushed him toward the dressing room. "Your suit is ready. Try it on." "Alright." Kenneth went to the fitting room.

In front of the dressing mirror, Melody gazed at her reflection, a smile spreading across her face.

It was a smile filled with dark satisfaction.

In a dimly lit, 24-hour bar, soft music flowed through the air. Odus, Kenneth's assistant, had just finished his call and was now sitting at a table.

A bartender approached and handed him a blank slip of paper.

Odin shook his head. "No, I'm waiting for someone."

This bar was a well-known black-market venue.

People came here to find others, obtain information, or gather intel. One only had to write the task and price on a piece of paper, and someone would eventually accept.

Odin had been visiting here for days in his search for information about the box Kenneth had shown him. But it was a tough job-very few people knew anything about it.

Until yesterday, when someone claimed to know.

Odin waited for a while, and as the appointed time passed with no sign of the other person, he looked around. Finally, he spotted a tall, burly man in a black trench coat, a prominent scar running from his chin to his mouth, walking toward him. The man sat down beside Odin without hesitation

Once they confirmed each other's identities, the scarred man go straight to the point. "Didn't you say you sketched a page? Let me see what you're investigating

""Here it is.

Odin handed over the sketch, and as soon as the man saw it, he leaped from his chair.

"What's wrong?" Odin asked.

"Nothing just surprised." The man quickly regained his composure, but his hand shook slightly beneath his coat.

"That box is called the "Treasure Box, a national artifact lost by the Azure Sea Royal reveal past lives and grant wishes Family over a decade ago.

It's said

"But to open it, you need a key, or... blood. The former guarantees it'll open, while the latter depends on a connection between the box and the person. If there's no bond,

When he finished, the searred man held out his hand. That's the information you wanted. Now, pay up."

"Thank you." Odin handed over the agreed sum, along with an extra payment. "This business is strictly confidential. I expect no one else will hear about it."

"Of course," the man replied. "In this line of work, discretion is everything

Satished, Odin pocketed the sketch and left.

But he didn't notice the twisted grin spreading across the scarred man's face as he departed.

A manic laugh escaped the man, eyes gleaming with a crazed light.

"Finally. I've finally found it!" the man said.

He whipped out his phone, dialing a number. "Sir, I've located the Treasure Box."

"Are you certain?" the other man said.

"Absolutely." The man recounted the details of his meeting with Odin, his grin widening

We've searched high and low, and to think it came to us!" the man said.

Whoever had drawn such a precise sketch had either seen the box or possessed it. There was no "Sir, what should we do next?"

The other man said, "Follow him. Find out who has the box, then report back."

"Yes, sir." The scarred man hung up and slipped into the shadows, following Odin.

Meanwhile, miles away, the man he'd called "sir" reclined in an armchair.

doubt.

This "sir" was none other than Felix, who was still hidden away in the old castle in Isolated Riverdale.

The saying went that the most dangerous places were often the safest.

He was secure there, for everyone believed he was dead.

In truth, the person who had begged for his life before Richard days earlier had been merely his double,

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I was the perfect deception.

Felix took a sip of wine, then made his way to a cell in the depths of the castle.

Inside was a person who looked almost exactly like him.

Felix stroked the person's face, his smile cruel and predatory. "My dear, it's an honor to die in my place, isn't it?"

Sandra shuddered.

In the weeks since her capture, after enduring endless experiments and torture, this woman had been forcibly transformed. to resemble him Sandra whimpered, her eyes pleading, "Please... I don't want to die. Please, let me live.....

She hadn't even gotten her revenge yet; dying here in obscurity was unacceptable.

"Oh, but you have no value to me anymore." Felix's hand wrapped slowly around her neck, his voice tender and affectionate.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

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