She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 289

Just then, the sky outside darkened abruptly.

A sudden gust of wind howled through the house, rattling everything in its path.

On the altar, the incense was burning fiercely. The crimson flames leapt wildly as the wind whipped through the room, sending the fragrant smoke swirling and filling every corner.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The doors rattled violently, slamming against their frames with every blast of wind.

Hester had been about to say a few more cruel words to provoke Octavia, but when she noticed the sudden change in weather, she frowned and closed her mouth. She wasn’t scared—she just knew the wind was too strong, drowning out her voice. The old woman’s hearing was already failing, and with this storm raging, Hester’s threats would be little more than whispers.

Just moments ago, the sky had been clear and blue. But that’s summer for you—storms can roll in without warning.

Octavia, however, saw things differently. The shift in the weather gave her a flicker of hope. She was sure it was a sign from Saint Benedict. Hester’s cruelty had finally angered him, and this was his warning. Hester wouldn’t get away with it—she’d die a wretched death.

With trembling hands, Octavia leaned on her cane, her frail body swaying unsteadily. She shot Hester a venomous glare and forced the words out, her voice shaking with rage and despair.

“You’ll die a horrible death. Even if I die today, I’ll haunt you every night—I’ll never let you rest!”

Hester covered her mouth and let out a soft, mocking laugh.

With the last of her strength, Octavia lifted her cane high and brought it crashing down toward Hester’s head.

“You beast! You’re worse than an animal! I’ll kill you myself!” she screamed. She’d never cursed anyone like this in her life, but every filthy word she knew was hurled at Hester. Octavia knew she wouldn’t make it out alive. Hester would never let her go. But if she was going to die, she’d do her best to take this murderer with her—or at least make her suffer.

But she was old, shaken to her core, and even with all her remaining strength, it wasn’t enough. Hester sidestepped lightly, dodging the blow with ease. Octavia’s swing hit nothing but air, and she lost her balance, falling forward and crashing to the ground.

Thud! Her cane clattered beside her as her head struck the hard floor, splitting the skin open. Blood stained her wispy gray hair, trickling down her wrinkled cheeks, dripping onto the floor, and pooling beneath her chin and neck.