She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 198

“You filthy whore. Why don’t you just die? If you were dead, he’d finally forget you. If I ever get the chance, I’ll make sure you and your brat suffer—I'll see to it that you’re both ruined for good—”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Before she could spit out another vile word, Faye’s boot slammed into her side, sending her sprawling several feet across the hardwood floor.

Liana lay face-down, struggling to rise, but a searing pain tore through her insides, making every breath agony.

She couldn’t afford to lose to Jocelyn.

No—she absolutely couldn’t.

As she looked up, Jocelyn advanced, eyes cold and murderous, a knife glinting in her hand. Liana scrambled backward, panic rising with every step Jocelyn took.

Just as Jocelyn closed in, Liana screamed, “It was Cyrus! He’s the one who kidnapped your daughter!”

Faye froze, caught off guard, uncertain if Liana was talking about this time or the last.

When Faye’s gaze snapped toward her, Liana let out a cold, twisted laugh.

“Surprised, aren’t you? This time, it was Cyrus who helped me kidnap your daughter. Ha! Didn’t see that coming, did you?”

Her manic laughter echoed through the living room, bouncing off the walls.

“Don’t worry, there’s no rush,” Faye said, her voice eerily calm. “First, I’ll deal with you. Then I’ll take care of him. That way, in your next life, maybe you two can finally be together—and stay the hell away from the rest of us.”

At some point, the knife in Faye’s hand had become a gun.

“You bitch, I’ll—”

“Bang!”

Before Liana could finish, Jocelyn fired two shots straight into her chest.

Blood sprayed instantly, staining the floor a deep crimson.

Cyrus, who had been standing there in stunned silence, was utterly shell-shocked.

He knew Jocelyn too well. She would never let him get away with this.

She’d loved the wrong person, taken the wrong path.

“Jocelyn, hurry up,” Sabrina urged, her voice low. “We still have to clean up before the police show up.”

Jocelyn nodded, silent. She raised the gun and aimed at Cyrus’s gut.

“Bang!”

The gunshot echoed. Blood poured from the gaping wound, soaking through his shirt and onto the floor.

Cyrus clutched his abdomen, staring at his blood-soaked hands in disbelief. He looked up at Jocelyn, eyes wide with horror.

“No—you can’t do this to me! I’m her father! She needs me! You have to help me—please—help—”

He begged, desperate for mercy, still hoping he could win her back.

Jocelyn stared down at him, her gaze as cold and final as a grave.

“You don’t deserve it. You’re worse than a dog. Even animals love their young. And you? The only person you ever cared about was yourself. All that talk of loving me? That was just an excuse—a way to free yourself from Liana and ease your own guilt.”