She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 177

Flames engulfed Stella, eating away at her body. She screamed for help, desperate, but the door was locked.

She rushed to the sink for water—nothing. The taps were dry.

Grabbing a shirt, she tried to smother the fire, but the flames only climbed higher, growing fiercer with every second.

Five agonizing minutes passed before someone broke down the door.

She could still remember the way she looked—her body charred beyond recognition.

Caleb clutched Stella in his arms, sobbing as he raced to get her to the hospital.

But she never made it. She was gone before they even arrived.

The police quickly uncovered the cause of the fire: Stella’s clothes had been laced with something flammable.

All eyes turned to her.

After all, she was the one who’d given Stella those clothes.

How could that be possible?

Why would she ever hurt someone who loved her so much?

She tried everything to explain herself, but nobody listened.

That’s when Celine and Marshall stepped forward and pointed the finger at her—declaring her the murderer.

It all clicked into place.

Celine had once complained that ever since Caleb started dating, he’d been neglecting his own sister.

Only then did she realize: Celine wanted to kill two birds with one stone—get rid of both Stella and her.

It was tragic. Caleb never saw through Celine’s plotting, not even in the end.

Locked up, she heard that seven years after Stella’s death, Caleb’s family arranged a date for him. But a few days before the engagement, the girl was killed in a car accident.

After that, Caleb stayed single—at least, he was still alone when she finally got out.

Looking back, everything made a twisted kind of sense.

Celine would never allow anyone Caleb loved to stay by his side.

“Don’t let them push you around. If you can’t handle it, just come find me,” Stella’s voice yanked her out of her spiraling thoughts.

“Thanks.” Sabrina’s voice was hoarse. This gratitude was long, long overdue.

When she looked back at the others, her expression was as cool and calm as ever.

“Hurry up. You’ve still got to bark like a dog, and then take a lap around the field without your clothes on.

Or do you want the teachers to come out and catch the show?”

It was lunchtime. Some teachers had gone home, others were napping in the staff room. If anyone did see, it’d just be a handful.

As the group froze in place, the students watching couldn’t hide their scorn and derision.

“They were so cocky when they made that bet. What, now they’re looking to back out?”

“I used to feel sorry for Celine. I thought she wasn’t like this. Turns out she’s the biggest fake angel of all.”

“Maybe it was just a joke? I mean, who actually bets on running naked through school?” a boy tried to defend Celine.

“Open your eyes and watch the video, man. Does that look like a joke to you? They were so sure Sabrina would lose—that’s the only reason they agreed to the bet.”

“Exactly! I saw the video too. Whitney was acting all high and mighty—hadn’t even seen the test results yet, but already assumed she’d win.”