She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 199

There was nothing in Faye’s eyes but hatred and resentment—not a trace of sympathy or sorrow.

The moment she realized he was the one who abducted her daughter, every feeling she’d ever had for him vanished, leaving only ashes behind.

A volley of gunshots rang out. Cyrus was well and truly dead.

With that, everything—the twisted grievances between her and those two monsters—was finally over.

Sabrina came over and rested a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Faye lowered her gun and handed it to Sabrina. “Thank you.”

“No need for thanks, not between us.”

“Sabrina, do you think I was too cruel?”

“No. If anything, you’re far too kind.”

If it had been Sabrina making the call, they would’ve died a much harder, much uglier death. A single bullet was far too merciful.

Death comes too easily for people like them.

Showing mercy to your enemies is nothing but cruelty to yourself.

After living through a lifetime, there are mistakes you simply don’t make again.

The world is what it is: the weak are always preyed upon.

If you don’t want to be trampled, you fight fire with fire. That’s how you survive.

Kindness? Please.

It’s just a pretty label this world slaps on people to make them easier to swallow. It’s worth nothing in the end.

***

June arrived almost in the blink of an eye.

Sabrina’s investment company had started to turn a profit. She had to admit, Victor’s business instincts were impressive.

Over in the Goldcrest District, Bryce was leading development on that stretch of land—if everything went smoothly, construction would begin in the second half of the year.

Everything seemed to be moving in the right direction.

She finally had the resources to fight back. She wasn’t afraid of Harper Group anymore.

But she knew she wasn’t strong enough yet. Not quite. She’d have to wait a little longer.

She told her friends she needed to go back to Veridia immediately. They understood; everyone has emergencies.

But just as she was booking her flight, she realized her passport was missing.

It took ages to get everything sorted so she could finally return home.

She’d come back from her “vacation” more furious than rested—and she blamed Sabrina for all of it.

If not for her, Celine never would have suffered like that. She wouldn’t have lost her passport in her distraction, either.

As soon as Sommer stepped through the door, Celine’s eyes filled with tears. She ran and threw herself into her mother’s arms.

“Mom, you’re finally home. I missed you so much.” She sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Seeing her daughter cry only cemented in Sommer’s mind that Sabrina was to blame. Celine had suffered, and hadn’t dared fight back.

She soothed Celine and handed her bag after bag of gifts, encouraging her to head upstairs and open them.

Celine’s spirits lifted as she hurried upstairs with her presents.

Sommer finally let out a long breath, then turned her gaze to the second-floor landing, eyes fixed on the tightly closed bedroom door.

“Martha, go get Sabrina,” she instructed the housekeeper, her voice taut with anger. She worried that if she went herself, she wouldn’t be able to control her temper—and she didn’t want Celine, already shaken, to witness anything that might scare her even more.