She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 261

Sabrina’s entrance drew every eye in the room at once.

Some people were stunned by her beauty; others seethed with envy.

Those who’d met her before could hardly believe it. The girl who usually wore jeans and a ponytail was suddenly radiant—stunning in a way that set her apart from everyone else. She’d always been pretty, but tonight, she was extraordinary. Unrecognizable, almost.

Next to her, Hester faded instantly into the background.

Hester could feel the attention shift, all those gazes sliding off her and locking onto Sabrina. It was almost enough to drive her mad.

Desmond, on the other hand, looked at his two daughters with open satisfaction. One was delicate and charming, the other graceful and poised.

He beckoned, his voice warm but dignified. “Come here, girls. Both of you, to your father.”

In the crowd, Celine watched the two dazzling women on stage, her hands clenched so tightly she nearly shook. Once upon a time, all of this was supposed to be hers.

If Sabrina hadn’t returned to the Sutton family.

If Hester hadn’t come back either.

Sabrina had stolen the place she deserved, and Hester had tainted her Marshall. Both of them—those wretched imposters—deserved nothing good.

Celine stewed in silent hatred, but didn’t dare act on it.

“Celine, didn’t Sabrina wear that dress?” Sommer asked quietly, a hint of confusion in her voice.

Celine’s lips curled in a cold, secret smile. “She thought it was too revealing and refused to put it on. It’s fine, Mom—if she doesn’t know style, that’s her loss.”

She slipped her arm through Sommer’s, flashing a sweet, playful smile that belied her true feelings.

Sommer didn’t dwell on it, her attention fixed on the tall, striking figure on stage.

“Marrying into the Sutton family is practically taking over their legacy. You can bet Mr. Sutton has high standards for a son-in-law. No way just anyone could fill those shoes.”

“Exactly. So let’s not kid ourselves. In all of Port City, maybe two or three families at most could even stand a chance.”

Harsh words, but the people nearby nodded in agreement.

A son who isn’t blood, daughters who will marry out—sooner or later, the Sutton fortune would fall into the hands of outsiders.

Speculation buzzed among the guests. Surely Desmond would want a son-in-law for Sabrina—after all, she was the only one with Sutton blood.

“Wait, that’s not quite true. There’s still Wallace, Octavia’s youngest. Word is, he’s back too. Maybe Desmond will hand the family over to him instead,” someone countered.

Only then did everyone remember Wallace—he’d been away from Port City so long, it was easy to forget he even existed.