She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 176

Whitney shook off her daze and marched right up to Sabrina. “I don’t buy it. There must be something wrong with your score.”

Elena sneered, “How shameless can you get? Cheating your way to the top—do you really think that counts as winning? Dream on.”

The crowd of students watching nearby weren’t having any of it.

Someone piped up with a smirk, “How’s she supposed to cheat her way to first place? Copy off herself? That’s a good one.”

“Honestly, if she’d ranked second, maybe I’d believe she cheated. But she took the top spot—no way she had a chance to pull something shady.”

“Exactly. We all remember your little bet. Now that you lost, you just don’t want to accept it. Hilarious.”

“I was sure Sabrina would lose,” another laughed, “but wow, talk about a plot twist.”

Sabrina stepped forward, holding up the printed agreement for all to see.

She raised it high above her head. “Alright, a bet’s a bet. Time to pay up!”

The students erupted in excitement.

Someone shouted into the crowd, “Get ready—someone’s about to bark like a dog! And don’t forget, there’s a streaking penalty too. Make sure you all cheer them on!”

That sent the entire group into a frenzy.

Everyone was amazed—getting them to bark like dogs was wild enough, but making them streak? Sabrina was on another level.

Some students rushed back to their classrooms to spread the news.

Today was going to be one for the history books.

Even kids who were in the middle of lunch dropped their forks and bolted to catch the spectacle.

Sabrina held the contract: the rules were printed in black and white, clear as day.

“Let’s get started. The losers—show us your best dog impression.”

Celine and the others flushed bright red.

Barking like dogs wasn’t just embarrassing—it was a direct hit to their pride.

If they actually went through with this, how could they ever show their faces at school again?

“Look at you—all of you ganging up on one girl. I’m just standing up for what’s right.”

“You… That’s too much!”

Whitney, usually the calmest of the group, was nearly shaking with anger at Stella’s words.

Sabrina blinked back tears at the sight of the girl before her.

It was really her. Stella. Caleb’s fiancée—or soon to be, anyway.

Back at the Sutton estate, apart from Martha, it was Stella who’d always treated her kindly.

Stella had never liked Celine. She’d warned Sabrina not to trust Celine’s sweet act.

Sabrina remembered: On the day she wore her wedding dress, Stella had even told her she looked beautiful.

But just half an hour later, everything changed.

The dressing room caught fire.