She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 16

Her two bodyguards stood on either side behind her, flanking her like silent sentinels.

All three fixed their hostile gazes on the girl across the room.

Faye exhaled a cloud of smoke, glancing at the girl with cold disdain before breaking the silence.

“You come looking for me and just stand there in silence? I’ll give you one minute to speak, or get lost.”

Sabrina set her glass down with perfect composure. She met Faye’s stare directly, her lips parting in a calm, poised voice.

“I’m here to discuss a business deal.”

Faye let out a derisive snort at that. She shouldn’t have bothered meeting this girl at all.

Her clothes looked like they didn’t cost more than twenty bucks. Just a reckless kid, fresh out of high school, daring to talk big about business with her.

Did this girl even know what kind of business she ran?

If it wasn’t for her age, Faye would’ve thrown her out herself, maybe roughed her up so badly her own mother wouldn’t recognize her.

“Are you joking, kid? Do you even know what kind of business I’m in?” Faye’s eyes swept over her, and she let out a mocking laugh.

“Dressed like that, and you want to talk business with me? Really?”

Faye stood, her voice icy. “Show our guest out.”

This was a complete waste of her time. She could see through people like glass—no one could fool her.

But just as she took a step toward the door, a cool, clear voice cut through the room.

“Don’t you want to see your daughter again?”

Faye froze mid-step.

She turned sharply, staring at the girl who sat there, calm and unshaken.

Slowly, Faye returned to the sofa, sitting down again. She raised her right hand.

At her signal, the two hulking bodyguards nodded respectfully and slipped out, shutting the door behind them.

The arrogance and indifference had vanished from Faye’s face. Now, as she looked at the girl across from her, there was a trace of tension in her eyes.

Her tone was sharper, uncertain. “Who are you? What do you want from me?”

Sensing that Faye was rattled, Sabrina’s voice softened.

“She’s alive.” Sabrina spoke the words clearly, without hesitation, almost before Faye finished her threat.

Her eyes were steady, unwavering, not the eyes of a liar.

Faye’s body trembled; inside, she was reeling.

Impossible. Her daughter is alive?

She wanted to scoff, to call it out as a lie, but the words wouldn’t leave her lips.

And for reasons she couldn’t explain, even if she knew it was a cruel trick, she found herself wanting to believe—just for a second.

Her daughter had been so small. Only five when they took her. She’d watched the video—the knife wound after wound, blood spilling everywhere, then her little girl’s body thrown into the sea.

She could still see the blade: silver in, crimson out. The agony on Yvette’s face still haunted her dreams.

How could she possibly be alive?

Faye had barely survived the grief of losing her child.

And now, here was someone, sitting across from her, daring to say her daughter was still out there somewhere, alive.