She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 15

The afternoon of the following day.

A warm sun peeked through the clouds. Sunlight spilled in through the tall windows, bathing her in gentle gold.

It felt wonderfully comforting.

Last night, Desmond and Sommer had made their stance clear—whatever she wanted, she only had to say the word. If she wanted to go out, the driver would take her anywhere.

Sabrina decided to seize the opportunity; there was something she needed to do.

When she mentioned she wanted to see more of Port City, to explore the sights, Sommer didn’t ask questions. She simply told Nick, the driver, to take her out.

The car pulled up in front of a shopping mall. Sabrina dismissed Nick with a polite smile, but didn’t step inside. Instead, she wandered down the street, taking her time amidst streets she knew so well, savoring this rare moment of freedom.

It felt good to be alive.

Truly, it was a gift just to live.

Half an hour later, she arrived at her destination.

This was Port City’s busiest entertainment district—neon signs, bars, and clubs lined the streets, the heart of the city’s nightlife.

She had been here a few times in her previous life, but the memories were always bitter. Every visit, she would see her fiancé, Marshall, together with Celine.

Back then, she’d been so naive. Every time, Celine would offer another explanation—business meetings, group gatherings, nothing more. There were always other friends around, and Sabrina would convince herself her suspicions were unfounded. Her younger sister was so lovely, her fiancé so devoted, surely it was her own mind that was twisted.

She’d even felt guilty, apologizing to Celine and Marshall for doubting them. She kept believing them, even encouraged Marshall to look after Celine more.

Looking back now, she saw the truth: everything between her and Marshall, from the first meeting to the last embrace, had been a lie—a carefully woven trap.

Why had they done it? What else but for her shares in the Sutton family’s company.

There was only one person in the Suttons who had ever truly cared for her: her grandmother, now living in a nursing home. Everything Sabrina owned, she had inherited from her. Those shares were the only reason Marshall and Celine had bothered to play their game.

Lost in thought, Sabrina found herself wandering into the very center of the district.

By day, the city’s “never-sleep” quarter felt strangely deserted compared to its electric nights.

The guard bristled at her frosty tone, ready to snap back, but froze under the sharp, icy glare she shot his way. For someone so young, her eyes were disturbingly cold.

He tried to play it cool, but didn’t dare say anything out of line. Instead, he just asked, “Who are you looking for?”

“Faye.”

*

Inside, soft lights glowed.

Paintings graced the walls, and intricate woodwork gave the place a warm, alluring charm.

A beam of light filtered through stained-glass doors, scattering the darkness into a thousand shimmering patches of color.

Sabrina sat quietly on the couch, a stemmed glass in her right hand. She took a delicate sip, moistening her lips, her expression unreadable in the dim light.

Across from her sat a striking woman: bold red lipstick, hair in glamorous waves, slender pale fingers holding a cigarette wreathed in smoke.