She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 141

“Sabrina.” She spoke her name with calm indifference.

“Sabrina, it’s a pleasure. If you're tired of standing out there, why not come in and sit for a while? I promise, the chairs inside are much kinder on the legs.”

The man before her was strikingly handsome, his features sharp and arresting—a mix of old-money charm and something a touch more rebellious. He was the very image of a classic playboy, but with an edge that made his beauty all the more magnetic. There was a hint of mischief in his eyes that hadn’t been there the last time she’d seen him.

Without fuss, Sabrina followed him inside. She didn’t see the point in politeness; after all, the Yorks and the Harpers had business ties, and it paid to know your rivals inside and out.

Yet, this Bryce York was nothing like the rumors suggested. By all accounts, he was supposed to be difficult, even ruthless—but here he was, playing the gracious host. His reputation was legendary: heir to the York fortune, the most powerful family in Crowncrest City’s elite circle—wealthy, influential, almost untouchable. And he’d earned that place at a young age, with stories floating around of his cold pragmatism and iron will. None of that matched the easygoing man sitting across from her now.

His mother, supposedly, was the daughter of one of Country H’s most powerful dynasties—her family controlled the nation’s military purse strings, legends said. Compared to other aristocrats, her lineage was practically royalty, with enough wealth and influence to rival a small country.

And yet here he was, sharing a meal at a humble little café on the street.

After they sat down, Sabrina ordered a bowl of creamy ricotta, warm and comforting. Bryce, ever the gentleman, ordered the same.

He didn’t come here often, he admitted, only when the mood struck him. “Didn’t expect you’d go for this,” he said with a grin, pouring water from a carafe into two paper cups and sliding one her way.

“Thank you,” she replied, polite but unmoved.

Bryce was surprised by how composed she was—sitting so close, she barely spared him a glance. He found himself wondering, not for the first time, if maybe his charm wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

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