Her Revenge From Shadow to Sunlight novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144

Chapter 144

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Tiffany didn’t hesitate Gritting her teeth, she drove her right palm down onto a sharp shard of glass. A sting flared as a line of crimson instantly welled up.

She’d been careful not to press too deep, fearing real damage, and had broken only the surface of her skin.

But the moment the blood appeared, she let out a piercing, dramatic scream. “Ah!”

As the sound faded, Tiffany turned to Alicia, her lower lip trembling with such force her voice wavered. “Alicia… how could you push me? Is this what it takes for you to believe I didn’t steal from you? If you don’t want me to paint anymore… I won’t. You say that piece is yours? Fine. Take it. Take everything-I don’t want to fight you.”

As if on cue, tears began to fall, not messy sobs, but a perfect, tragic cascade that dripped one by one onto the shattered porcelain at her feet. She made herself look small and broken, a masterpiece of calculated vulnerability.

The sight of her tears was like a starting pistol for Andrew and Archie. They jolted into action, rushing to her side. “Tiffany! Are you hurt?” they exclaimed, dropping to their knees.

Andrew then glared at Alicia, his voice booming with rage. “What is wrong with you?! How could you be so vicious to Tiffany!”

Archie was already helping Tiffany up, his face dark with fury. He cradled her wrist as if it were made of glass. “Do you have any idea what these hands are insured for? If you’ve damaged her tendons, I will make sure you pay for this. Come on, Tiffany, forget this circus. We’re getting you to a hospital.”

Meanwhile, the viewers following the livestream were taken aback by the drama-Tiffany’s fans were hit especially hard.

To them, Tiffany was still their Sweetheart Queen. So they exploded. [Alicia just shoved Tiffany and hurt her hand because she doesn’t want Tiffany painting live! She’s totally shady!]

[Yeah, for sure! She’s definitely up to something!]

But Alicia blocked their path, grabbed Tiffany’s right hand, and lifted it for inspection. With a mocking chuckle, she said, “Seriously, Tiffany? That tiny scratch doesn’t need a trip to the hospital. By the time you even get there, it’ll be healed-if you’re not making a big deal out of nothing.”

Then, without warning, she yanked Tiffany’s hand and forced it right in front of the camera for everyone in the livestream to see up close.

Instantly, viewers saw a palm with a minuscule cut-just the shallowest scrape, barely any skin broken, and the bleeding had already stopped.

Alicia smirked, “Oh, Tiffany, you just claimed I pushed you. Should we pull up the security footage and find out what really happened?”

Tiffany glared daggers at Alicia, her teeth digging into her lower lip as she seethed in silence,

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The moment the viewers saw Tiffany reacting like that, the chat blew up-they realized Alicia never pushed her. It was obvious Tiffany had faked everything and pulled that stunt because she didn’t want to paint.

Leafie’s neutral fans, fed up with the drama, flooded the chat with outrage: [OH MY GOD-I can’t believe this! Tiffany’s a better actress than half the people in Hollywood! She should be up for an Oscar, not pretending to be an artist’]

[For real! She bailed on painting, faked a fall, and tried to frame her sister? Someone needs to call her out- this is next-level messy!]

But Tiffany’s fans weren’t ready to give up on her-not until the bitter end.

They clapped back right away: [Who do you think you are, accusing her of faking? She could’ve just tripped! Why do you always assume the worst about her?]

[Exactly! You people are just as shady as you claim Tiffany is! She’s innocent—she’d never pull a stunt like this! You’re just jealous!]

The chat split into two warring sides in seconds. Messages flew back and forth, piling up so fast the screen turned into a chaotic blur of text.

Meanwhile, Alicia chuckled and said, “Oh come on, Tiffany. So your right hand’s hurt—just use your left! No big deal, right?”

Tiffany jerked her head up, glaring at Alicia. “Are you kidding me, Alicia? How could I possibly paint with my left hand?”

Alicia let out a mocking laugh, pulled up her phone, and brought up a painting-the same one the Sweetheart Queen had once posted online.

She threw it up on the big screen, smirking, “Come on, Tiffany, didn’t you know? This was painted with the left hand!”

Tiffany was stunned-did Alicia know how to paint with her left hand?

Just then, Edward walked over and confirmed, “She’s right. This painting was absolutely done with the left hand.

He pointed to a thin, curved line, then held up his right hand and mimed a quick, sharp brushstroke. “If this line was painted right-handed, it would hook this way.”

Then he switched to his left, moving slower, softer, tracing a looser curve. “But this line? It bends like this. The pressure’s lighter, the direction’s reversed. You can’t fake that.”

He moved to two more spots, repeating the demo: right hand first, then left.

No jargon, no confusion-just plain, visual proof. Everyone immediately understood-the painting really had been done with the left hand.

Alicia picked up a paintbrush, holding it out to Tiffany with a smirk that felt like a final blow. “Well? Go on. Let’s see you paint-with your left hand, like the ‘Sweetheart Queen’ did.”

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Tiffany’s hand trembled violently, refusing to touch the brush. She clenched her jaw, a mask of fury replacing her earlier feigned vulnerability. “What is this, Alicia? Some elaborate trap?” she hissed. “If you’re claiming every painting I’ve ever posted is yours, then you have some explaining to do. Why would you let me post them? How did they end up in my possession? Your story makes no sense!”

Before Alicia could speak, one of the reporters, fresh off a phone call, suddenly shouted, “Holy crap. We just missed the biggest story here!”

His voice boomed, sharp enough to yank every eye in the room toward him.

He blinked, then held his phone up like it held a smoking gun, urgent and breathless. “Don’t stare at me- check your feeds! The Hourly Herald just dropped it: Aaron Lawrence-you know, the one who set the mountain fire, kidnapped his foster sister Alicia? He confessed. And it’s way bigger than anyone thought!”

The words hit like a thunderclap. Instantly, the room turned into a flurry of motion-reporters fumbled with their phones, screens lighting up as they scrambled to pull up Twitter or the Herald’s site.

Even Andrew and Archie, who’d been hovering protectively over Tiffany, froze, their fingers tapping frantically on their own devices. The livestream chat exploded too. Comments about paintings and fake injuries vanished, replaced by a flood of panic and curiosity: [Aaron confessed?! Link please!] [What the hell did he say?!] Viewers abandoned the stream for a minute, all racing to check the news.

The Herald laid everything bare, no gaps, no ambiguity.

Aaron hadn’t kidnapped Alicia on a whim-he’d done it for Tiffany. Turns out Tiffany couldn’t paint at all, but she was desperate to become an artist, to land an apprenticeship with Edward. So Aaron cooked up a twisted plan: lock Alicia away, force her to crank out painting after painting for Tiffany, and keep her trapped forever -so Tiffany could steal her talent and live the life she wanted.

Every person who read the news went silent, then erupted in shock. Murmurs filled the room, sharp and disbelieving, all eyes swinging toward Tiffany.

Before she could even process what was happening, the reporters descended. They swarmed her, microphones shoving forward, cameras clicking, questions pouring out so fast they overlapped.

“Miss Tiffany Lawrence, is it true you can’t paint at all? Did you really make Alicia paint for you so you could pretend to be an artist?”

“Miss Tiffany Lawrence, did you actually plot for Alicia to die in an accident just to keep her painting for you? Was this insane idea all yours, or did someone help you pull it off?”

“Miss Tiffany Lawrence, if you can’t paint, why are you so obsessed with being an artist? Is there anything driving you?”

In an instant, their voices overlapped, loud and sharp, no room for her to breathe.

Tiffany’s heart dropped like a stone, crashing to the pit of her stomach.

It was over. Completely, irreversibly over.

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