She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 314

Sommer smiled softly and nodded.

“I understand, sweetheart. Heading out?”

“Yeah, I’m meeting up with Elena for some shopping. School’s starting soon, so I want to see if there’s anything I need.”

“Alright, have fun. Be careful on the way.” Sommer gave her hand a gentle, affectionate pat.

“Will do. Bye, Mom! Oh, by the way—I’ll have dinner out tonight...”

With that, Celine bounded out the door, her steps light with anticipation.

If Celine ever found out that Hester was Sommer’s biological daughter, she wouldn’t hesitate for a second—she’d have Cliff get rid of Hester.

No one could threaten her place in the Sutton family.

Her parents were hers alone.

Now that Hester was gone, and Sabrina had never been able to win Sommer’s favor, Celine’s position in the household remained unshaken.

Her next target was Sabrina.

Only when both of them disappeared for good could she be certain nothing would stand in the way of her place in the Sutton family.

Sommer sank into the sofa, a heavy sadness settling over her. Her mind was a chaotic storm, thoughts tumbling over one another.

She glanced down at herself, at the uneven scars that marked her skin—each one a reminder of her pain.

Her mind flashed back to that night…

It was all because of Sabrina.

If she hadn’t left the party, Hester never would have stepped onto that stage, never would have been attacked with acid.

Sabrina was nothing but bad luck.

Since the day she returned to the Suttons, there had been no peace in the house. She’d brought disaster on Hester, picked fights with Celine, even raised a hand against her.

Some of the men sat, some stood, their eyes occasionally drifting to the woman pouring them coffee and refilling their mugs. Each man regarded her differently: some watched her with sly, suspicious glances, their eyes darting as if plotting something unsavory. Others barely acknowledged her, clearly disinterested.

The woman herself remained calm, aloof, ignoring their stares.

Cliff finally looked up at her.

“Quit pacing around. Go sit over there and stay put. In the morning, I’ll take you to see Marshall. And don’t even think about trying anything funny, you hear me?”

Hester nodded obediently, her tone meek and agreeable.

“Sure thing, Cliff. My life’s in your hands. I’ll just go rest over there—enjoy your game.”

She walked slowly to a dim corner of the warehouse and sat down, her striking eyes narrowing as she watched the men across the room. A flicker of cunning glinted in her gaze, gone almost as soon as it appeared.

She and Cliff had agreed—they’d go see Marshall in the morning. That afternoon, Cliff had gone out and bought some hallucinogens, planning to use them on Marshall. They didn’t dare risk a blatant murder; it would be too easy to trace back to them. Instead, they wanted to drug him and make it look like suicide.

Just moments ago, she’d managed to slip one of the packets away without anyone noticing, and quietly emptied it into the water these men were about to drink.