She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 350

Aaron’s words hit Jenna like a thunderclap, leaving her reeling inside.

Lennox, on the other hand, was numb to it all—he barely spared Aaron a glance. In his mind, this man had long since become the enemy.

Hector watched Aaron with a twisted amusement, cigarette pinched between his fingers. He took a slow drag and exhaled, filling the room with a haze of smoke. The more he saw them cower and beg, the more pleasure he seemed to take in their misery.

“I’ll give you two options,” Hector said coolly. “You can die in their place, or you can kill them yourself.”

Aaron’s heart lurched. Panic flashed in his eyes as he looked up at this man who sat above them all, so untouchable. He was certain he’d never crossed Hector before. Sure, he’d racked up a mountain of gambling debt, but none of his usual loan sharks looked like this guy. Was this the mastermind pulling the strings behind the scenes?

There was no way he’d die for these kids. Not a chance.

But—

“Boss, I don’t want to die!” Aaron’s sobs broke the silence as he threw himself to the floor, wailing in terror.

He’d made his decision. There wasn’t a second of hesitation—he’d rather betray the two children than face death himself.

Jenna’s heart turned to ice. Why did fate have to make him her father?

Hector burst out laughing, the sound echoing off the warehouse walls. “This is getting good! Such a dramatic show—what a shame if there’s no audience.”

He snatched a phone from one of his bodyguards and dialed a number.

Sabrina’s number.

“If you want to save them, come to the address I’ll send. You’ve got twenty minutes. Any later, and—” He let out a low, chilling chuckle and hung up.

He sent her the location, then recorded a short video of Lennox and Jenna kneeling on the floor and sent that, too.

Aaron knelt trembling on the concrete, afraid to even breathe too loudly, terrified Hector might turn on him next. He’d been losing every day at the tables, and now he was flat broke. Yesterday, someone lent him fifty grand—he’d blown it all in a single night.

Just as he was wallowing in anger and regret, a group of men had snatched him off the street. Seeing those two kids now only made him feel more bitter—they were the reason he was in this mess.

Fifteen minutes later, Sabrina and Stella arrived at the warehouse on the outskirts of town. They were searched thoroughly at the door; only when the guards were sure they were unarmed did they let the women inside.

The cavernous warehouse was lined with dozens of men in black, standing shoulder to shoulder in disciplined rows. The moment Sabrina stepped inside, every eye in the room burned with hatred, all fixed on her—no one spared a glance for the man sitting above them.

Sabrina’s gaze shot to Lennox and Jenna, hanging high above the floor. They weren’t crying. Not a sound escaped them. But the moment Jenna saw Sabrina enter, terror flickered in her eyes—then, beneath it, a glimmer of hope.

Jenna and Lennox exchanged a look. Hot tears spilled silently down Jenna’s cheeks. She didn’t dare make a sound, didn’t even call out Sabrina’s name. Lennox had warned her—the people who kidnapped them might be after Sabrina, too.

She’d even seen Sabrina in a gambling video online, and Hector had been right there beside her on the screen.