Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

It was oddly quiet–no insects chirping, no footsteps from the guards that usually patrolled outside.

It was as if the whole world had fallen silent. Heavy clouds loomed above, and in the stillness, the sound of leaves drifting to the ground was almost too clear.

Romeo’s senses were on high alert. He stopped short of leaving the room and called out, “Hello? Someone?”

No response.

‘Damn,‘ he thought, his expression shifting. He spun around to head back to his bedroom, but froze as he sensed unfamiliar presences inside. He walked in, and there they were–three masked men waiting for him.

“Who are you?” he demanded, voice cold. “Do you have any idea whose house you’re in? It’s the Harper family. Get out now while you can.”

The intruders exchanged a look, barely fazed, and one replied with a smug grin, “Mr. Harper, after all these years guarding the Treasure Box, don’t you think it’s time to pass it on? We’ll take it from here.”

The tone wasn’t just confident; it was laced with threat.

Alarm bells went off in Romeo’s mind. So they were here for the Treasure Box, after all.

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‘When did this leak?‘ His expression hardened, and he snapped, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Leave now, or you will regret it.”

But the men did not budge. One of them climbed onto his bed, grabbed a chair, and hurled it at the chandelier overhead. With a loud crash, the ceiling cracked, scattering debris across the floor.

And there it was–a hidden compartment, revealing a small package nestled within.

Seeing this, Romeo nearly lost it, rushing forward with wild eyes. “That’s mine! No one can take it from me. No one!”

But one of the men kicked him back to the ground with ease, showing no emotion. Another reached up and pulled down the package.

Tearing off the cloth, he revealed… not the Treasure Box, but an ordinary small box containing a few old gold ingots.

“What the hell?” The men froze, thrown off by the sight. Lorenzo, furious, ripped off his mask, glaring at Romeo. “Where is the Treasure Box? Stop the game! Where did you hide it? Tell me!”

They had been led on too many times now, and everyone’s patience had snapped. Lorenzo looked fierce, but his threats didn’t faze Romeo.

The old man was already facing the end of his life; he had nothing left to lose.

Romeo slowly pushed himself up, dusting off his clothes. “I told you,” he said calmly, “I don’t know anything about this Treasure Box.”

“Really?” Lorenzo let out a bitter laugh. Dropping any pretense, he sneered, “You really think we would come here without being fully prepared? Hand it over, Mr. Harper, or I’ll make sure your son and daughter–in–law pay the price!”

“Don’t you dare!” Romeo’s face turned pale. But as he glanced around, he realized none of his bodyguards had rushed in, even after all the noise. Not a single person was coming to his aid.

That could only mean one thing–these men had taken control of the entire manor, with fierce determination.

With a cold expression, Romeo Harper pressed the alarm in the room. This alarm not only connected to the entire manor, but it als sent out a distress signal to the outside world.

Even if they thought they had him cornered, he would not make it easy for them.

But the alarm blared for only a second before it cut off completely–they had disabled it, isolating the entire Harper family.

“You cut the signal?” Romeo’s stomach dropped as he realized just how thorough these men were. With the entire manor under their control, whatever happened inside would stay inside. No one was coming to help.

Lorenzo was already fed up. He snapped at his men, “Check all the walls. Don’t miss anything. If we have to dig through the place, we will. We are finding that Treasure Box today.”

The team scattered, searching everywhere, not just the ones in the bedroom but all over the entire manor. Romeo stayed stubbornly quiet, refusing to give them anything.

Just then, a sharp voice cut through the night. It was Alexia. Seeing strangers tearing apart her home, she yelled, “Who are you people?”

The search stopped for a moment as the intruders turned, clearly not expecting anyone to be around after they had taken over the entire manor.

Alexia was not in the house when they sneaked in. She had just been feeding her horse in the backyard, getting ready for a riding appointment the next day. But when she walked in and saw the chaos, she was fuming.

“Who the hell let you in? Get out of my house!” she yelled, unaware of the situation, not holding back.

Of course, the intruders didn’t budge.

Her gaze landed on Lorenzo, who she vaguely recognized as a former bodyguard she had dismissed. Her usual spoiled attitude flared up. She tilted her chin defiantly, barking, “Why are you just standing there? Chase them out!”

When Lorenzo didn’t move, Alexia’s anger boiled over. “You are really useless, aren’t you? What’s the point of keeping someone around who can’t even do their job right?”

Lorenzo had taken a lot of her insults lately, mostly because he hadn’t been pushed this far before.

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But now, with the entire Harper family under their control, he was done tolerating it. Alexia was practically asking for trouble with her attitude.

Romeo wanted to step in, but it was too late.

Lorenzo marched over, grabbed Alexia by the chin, and sneered “Miss Harper, remember when I said I’d cut out your tongue and sew that nasty mouth of yours shut? You think I’m jaking?”

He wasn’t playing around. Alexia, though, wasn’t buying it.

“Get off me!” she snapped, slapping his hand away, looking at him with a mix of mockery and disgust. “You? You’re nothing but a lackey. Pathetic.”

Lorenzo’s face darkened, his patience running out. He hated being looked down on.

Without warning, he grabbed Alexia by the neck and shouted to his men, “Get me a needle! I’m sewing this filthy mouth shut myself!”