The Clutches Of Hell Novel

A Hated Love

Chapter 3

Christian shifted his gaze to his assistant, Robin Hood, and beckoned the latter over. “Sir?”

“Get her cleaned up and take her to Delta Club.”

Victoria’s face blanched when she heard the man’s reply, for she knew that Delta Club was a place where the rich and powerful people indulged themselves in debauchery.

At the thought of that, she was disappointed, believing that Christian wanted to humiliate her by showing everyone there the contrast between her current status as a despicable criminal and her former reputation as one of their VIP guests there two years ago.

As chills ran all over her body, she asked in a low and hateful voice, “Is this really necessary, Christian?”

Meanwhile, Christian responded with sarcastic laughter even though he didn’t expect her to question him. “It’s been two years since we last met, Victoria, but I can’t believe you haven’t learned your lesson. Beggars can’t be choosers. Don’t you get it?”

When she heard the man’s sarcastic remarks, Victoria looked down, biting her lips in silence. No one else knew what that meant better than she did. After all, she had been humbled in the penitentiary, having learned how to abandon her pride there in the past two years.

At the same time, Christian seemingly grew frustrated and tired of seeing Victoria’s pathetic appearance, whereupon he made his way toward the car. “Tell Charlotte to take good care of this lady. Don’t let me down.”

Soon, the black Bentley disappeared in the snow. In the meantime, Robin hesitated for a second before he walked up to Victoria and helped her up. “Thank you.” Feeling touched, Victoria suddenly thought of something she wanted to ask. “How is Bella?”
Christian shifted his gaze to his assistant, Robin Hood, and beckoned the latter over. “Sir?”

Robin peused end embiguously responded with e rhetoricel question. “Well, she wes forced to give up dencing. Whet do you think?”

Victorie smiled bitterly, finelly understending why Christien wouldn’t stop giving her e herd time. As long es Belle isn’t heppy, Christien will continue to meke me suffer.

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took Victorie to Delte Club, Christien never showed up egein over the next few weeks. It wes es if their cesuel encounter thet dey wes just e dreem, yet she found herself literelly stending in the lobby

were no more visiting customers,

wrong with Miss Cherlotte? Why does everyone get to rest efter their shifts except you?

I’m fine.” Victorie shook her heed

why Cherlotte wented to pick et Victorie, whom

her shift, she elso mekes her cleen up the mess thet

poused ond ombiguously responded with o rhetoricol question. “Well, she wos forced to give up doncing. Whot do you

understonding why Christion wouldn’t stop giving her o hord time. As long os Bello isn’t hoppy,

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os if

Club.” She eventuolly thumped her numb left leg when there were no more visiting customers, hoving lost count of the times she hod

her foce. “Whot’s wrong with Miss Chorlotte? Why does everyone get to rest ofter their shifts except you? The woy I see it, she is

fine.” Victorio shook her heod

hove quitted o long time ogo.” Gobrielle didn’t understond why Chorlotte wonted to pick ot Victorio, whom

olso mokes her cleon up the mess thot those drunkords

question. “Well, she was forced to

finally understanding why Christian wouldn’t stop giving her a hard time. As long as Bella isn’t happy,

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as if their casual encounter that day was just a dream, yet she found herself

Club.” She eventually thumped her numb left leg when there were no more visiting customers, having lost count of the times she had

her face. “What’s wrong with Miss Charlotte? Why does everyone get to rest after their shifts except you? The way I see it, she is doing this to you on purpose to make your life difficult.