She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 18

The man tangled up with Faye was none other than Marshall’s uncle—Cyrus Harper.

Faye had gotten involved with Cyrus when she was just sixteen, becoming the woman who could never see the light of day at his side.

Cyrus was drawn to her allure and charm, but that was hardly love—if anything, it was a fleeting indulgence, lighter than air, gone by morning.

Their entanglement dragged on for years until, at last, Cyrus let her go.

But fate had other plans—she found out she was pregnant right after.

Maybe it was some higher will at work, because even after two rounds of abortion pills, the child wouldn’t go away.

When Yvette turned five, somehow, Cyrus discovered the truth.

He wanted to claim Yvette as his own, but Faye refused.

Six months later, Yvette was kidnapped. The ransom demand was outrageous—ten million dollars. Faye didn’t have that kind of money. By the time she swallowed her pride and reached out to Cyrus for help, the kidnappers had already sent proof of Yvette’s “death.”

As for how Sabrina found out Yvette was still alive…

In her past life, in the lawless borderlands of Myanmar, Sabrina had actually run into Yvette. By then, Yvette was older, taller; Sabrina didn’t even recognize her at first—it was Yvette who recognized her.

Children never forget. Even though Sabrina was barely recognizable, Yvette still knew her.

According to Yvette, she’d never died. The video Faye had seen was faked—pig’s blood for gore, a retractable knife to make it look like a fatal stab, but not a single vital organ was touched.

They’d drugged Yvette, making her look like she was in agony in the video, but it was just the effects of the drugs.

The mastermind behind Yvette’s kidnapping was Cyrus himself. He wanted to keep Yvette close, especially since, after years of marriage, he still had no children of his own.

But things took a dark turn—Cyrus’s wife, Liana Stone, found out about Yvette not long after the kidnapping and promptly sold her off through the black market.

From there, Yvette was trafficked all the way to Myanmar.

Sabrina recalled what Yvette had told her—the black market auction was in March, when the air was still cold.

It was happening this March. Yvette was to be sold to a wealthy man, destined for two years of hell.

“March eighteenth. I’ll take you. Be ready with the money—it could be a lot. Tens of millions.”

She couldn’t tell Faye the whole truth yet. If Faye lost control and rushed in now, she’d only tip off the enemy.

Not only would Yvette be lost for good, she’d vanish from Port City altogether.

Sabrina needed time to prepare as well, time to brush up on all the survival skills she’d learned before. This time, she wasn’t going to leave anything to chance.

“Alright. Don’t worry about the money. I’ll have it ready.”

The tension in the private room finally eased a bit. The two exchanged contact information, a silent agreement forging between them.