She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 149

She could still remember Giselle’s words.

“Sabrina, oh Sabrina, do you know? I hated you from the very beginning. I despised you. Why were you the Sutton family’s precious daughter, and why did I always have to be one step beneath you?

The more miserable you got, the happier I felt. All these years of pretending to be your best friend—God, it made me sick. And Marshall and Celine? They were the real couple. Who gave you the right to steal Marshall away?

I wanted to destroy the people you care about most, to keep you under my heel forever. I’ll admit it—I was jealous. I was never as pretty as you, never as privileged. But in the end, I won, didn’t I?

Guess what? I’m getting married soon. I should thank you for introducing me to such a great guy…”

That day—right as the police were about to take her away—she’d whispered those words in Sabrina’s ear. Sabrina knew she’d never forget them.

Every betrayal, every knife in her back, Giselle had plunged straight into her heart.

Giselle!

Sabrina let out a bitter laugh at her own foolishness.

All those years of watching Giselle put on a flawless act of sisterly affection—Oscar really owed her an award for it.

Just like Celine.

Now, Giselle’s eyes were shining with delight.

She’d come looking for Sabrina three times already and never found her. Today, she hadn’t expected any luck either—just a shot in the dark.

But here she was, face to face at last.

“Sabrina! Aren’t you just thrilled to see me?” Giselle chirped.

After the initial excitement, Giselle’s gaze dropped to Sabrina’s outfit, her face lighting up with a mixture of shock and glee.

“I heard your birth parents brought you to the city,” she gushed. “I thought I’d never see you again! Then I saw your video online and realized you were studying in Petersburg.”

Giselle’s voice turned sugary sweet. “Wow, Sabrina, you look so fancy—your parents must be loaded, right? Super rich, I bet.”

Sabrina’s palm flew up and cracked across Giselle’s face—once, twice, hard. Before Giselle could react, Sabrina lunged, kicking her with wild, pent-up fury.

She didn’t hold back. The blows landed with such force that Giselle doubled over, gasping in pain, speechless.

Sabrina shook out her hand, feeling infinitely better. She couldn’t gut Giselle with a knife, but landing a few solid hits worked wonders for her mood.

Giselle was stunned, hands clutching her face, eyes wide in disbelief as tears spilled down her cheeks.

She couldn’t understand why Sabrina would hit her—hit her so hard her face was numb.

Just months ago, they’d been inseparable, sharing secrets, dreaming about moving to the big city together.

What happened to Sabrina? Did she not recognize her anymore?

“Sabrina, you…” Giselle’s voice was hoarse and trembling, desperate for an explanation.