She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 12

Sabrina actually called herself an outsider.

Celine clenched her jaw, biting down hard. A wave of hurt washed through her, so sharp it left her breathless.

No one had ever spoken to her like this before.

Sure, she was the adopted daughter, brought into the Sutton family years ago. But she’d spent more than a decade here. Her bond with Mom and Dad was stronger than any biological tie.

And Sabrina? She was nothing more than a country girl who’d just come back.

Was she really so eager to pick a fight and snatch away everything the moment she arrived?

No way. Absolutely not.

Celine was certain—her mother would take her side, no matter what.

She glanced at Desmond, her father. In this house, only his word truly mattered.

But then Desmond spoke, his tone even and final.

“Then you’ll take Celine’s room.”

Celine’s head snapped up. She stared at Desmond in shock, her eyes filling with tears.

She pressed her lips together, trying to swallow the lump in her throat, but her voice came out shaky.

“Dad, you…”

A tear slid down her cheek. “Fine… If it makes Sabrina happy, I’ll move.”

Every word was bitter, laced with resentment she didn’t bother to hide.

Why should she be the one to make the sacrifice?

That was her room—a space she’d lived in for years, full of memories and comfort.

How could Sabrina just waltz in and take it from her, like it was nothing?

Was she planning to push her out of the house entirely next?

Sommer, watching her daughter’s distress, pulled her into a gentle embrace.

“Honey, don’t cry,” she murmured, her voice thick with sympathy. “Sabrina, you’re the older sister. You should be looking out for Celine. I just—what am I supposed to do with you?”

Sabrina flashed a smile, all innocence and feigned surprise.

Her precious little princess! When had she ever suffered so much humiliation?

Sommer’s resentment toward her biological daughter only grew.

That girl had grown wild in the outside world—no manners, no respect, not a clue about what to say or when to keep quiet.

And now she even dared to covet the third-floor bedroom? Where did she get the nerve?

If Sommer had known she’d turn out like this, she might never have agreed to bring her back.

She had Celine, and that was enough. She’d never raised Sabrina, never shared a mother’s love with her. There was no bond—nothing to hold onto.

But now that Sabrina was home, she represented the Sutton family, for better or worse.

That attitude of hers would need some serious correction. Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be Sabrina’s reputation on the line, it would be the whole family’s.

*

Celine moved out quickly, packing up her things and emptying the room she’d called home for so many years.

Meanwhile, Sabrina drew up a fresh list of everything she’d need for her new space.