She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 259

Sabrina shot Bryce a sharp look. “You should go.”

Bryce tutted, making a show of lounging deeper into the chair. “Oh, come on, don’t be so heartless! I just got here. This recliner’s actually pretty nice—let me relax for a bit.”

Clearly, Bryce hadn’t caught Sabrina’s drift. Instead of leaving, he scooted closer.

Stella could only shrug helplessly. She knew Bryce far too well to expect subtlety would work.

“Bryce, out. Sabrina needs to change into her dress,” Stella said, grasping for an excuse to usher him out.

She needed a moment alone with Sabrina—there was no way they could talk freely with Bryce hanging around.

“Fine, fine, I’m going!” Bryce shot Stella a wounded look. He tried to play it off with a dramatic spin in front of them, smoothing his hair in an attempt to look cool. But he overdid it—his spin landed him right into the door with a thud.

Laughter erupted from both women.

Bryce, rubbing his now-reddened nose and looking thoroughly defeated, finally slunk out of the room.

With him gone, calm settled over the space.

Sabrina started getting ready to change into her gown, grateful that Stella was there to help her with the zipper at the back.

As Stella caught sight of the stunning dress hanging nearby, curiosity got the better of her. She wandered over for a closer look.

“This dress is… something else.” She reached out to touch the fabric, but then hesitated, pulling her hand back. “Something’s off.” She turned to Sabrina, searching her face.

Seeing Sabrina’s composed expression, it clicked—Sabrina already knew there was a problem with the dress.

“Who gave this to you? Someone’s clearly out to get you.” Stella backed away a step or two.

“It was a friend,” Sabrina said evenly. “But the person behind this isn’t them.” She had already figured out there was more to the dress.

If Celine and Hester wanted to set her up, sabotaging the dress would be the most direct and effective move—she’d seen enough TV dramas to know how this played out.

She’d already refused the dress Celine tried to send. So, naturally, they’d resort to a backup plan.

A bespoke gown, tampered with in such a devious way. Their enemies really had put some thought into this.

Stella peeled off her mask and tossed it in the trash, giving Sabrina a wry, half-exasperated smile.

“Being too beautiful has its downsides. You end up a target for jealousy. Good thing you’re sharp—otherwise you’d be headlining tomorrow’s news for stripping on the dance floor at the gala.”

Sabrina calmly rehung the dress. “I knew they wouldn’t sit quietly.”

“I—” Stella almost let a curse slip, but bit it back at the last second. What kind of twisted grudge made someone go this far to ruin a life?

“Do you know who it is?”

“I do.”

“Aren’t you going to tell your grandmother?”

In Stella’s mind, even if Sabrina didn’t have her parents’ affection in the Sutton family, her grandmother doted on her.