She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 7

Just then, a voice as sweet and clear as wind chimes rang out from behind.

“Good morning, Mom!”

A graceful figure moved toward them, every step light and poised.

Everything about her radiated elegance and poise. She wore a blush-pink custom gown, a dazzling diamond necklace resting against her collarbone, golden earrings glinting in the morning light, and a designer watch worth a small fortune on her wrist.

Every detail declared her privileged upbringing.

Her eyebrows were delicately shaped, her demeanor ethereal—a princess straight out of a storybook.

The girl’s sparkling eyes landed on Sabrina, and her lips curved into a bright, sunny smile. “Is this my sister?”

She didn’t wait for an answer.

Sommer, full of warmth, watched her daughter with a tender smile as she bounded lightly down the stairs.

Behind her came a tall, imposing figure—a man in a perfectly tailored suit, his presence commanding, exuding an air of authority that brooked no defiance.

Sabrina’s gaze followed the girl. Her battered heart seemed to split open again, vivid memories of pain rushing up, her blood pounding in her chest. She curled her fingers tightly, fighting to smother the hatred festering inside.

The person who had destroyed her life stood right in front of her. She wanted nothing more than to tear her apart, piece by piece.

Closing her eyes, Sabrina forced herself to breathe. When she opened them again, her face was calm—mask in place.

Celine, stepping lightly in her custom Italian leather shoes, came right up to Sabrina.

She looked her up and down, surprised that a girl supposedly raised in the countryside could have such flawless, fair skin. That face—prettier even than her own—carried a cold, proud expression that warned strangers away. And those eyes: strikingly beautiful, almost provoking envy.

But Celine didn’t let it show. She offered a sweet, harmless smile and, without hesitation, linked arms with Sabrina as if they were close.

And as for the dignified man—her father—he looked just as he had in her past life. Even now, facing the daughter he’d lost for years, his expression was grave, betraying not a hint of joy. Only when he looked at Celine did the ice in his eyes seem to thaw, just a little.

To them, Sabrina realized, she was nothing more than an unwelcome guest—a distant relative taking up space in their home.

She had tried, once, to win their approval, to fit into this family. She’d swallowed her pride, bent over backwards, eager to please, desperate to be accepted as one of them.

But these fools—her own flesh and blood—had abandoned their real daughter and instead showered all their love on Celine, the imposter.

Celine had been adopted by Desmond and Sommer from an orphanage the year Sabrina disappeared, a balm for Sommer’s aching heart.

After Celine arrived, laughter returned to the house. Every Sutton treated her as if she truly belonged.

But Sabrina, Desmond and Sommer’s biological daughter, had never fit in at all.