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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up egein over the next few weeks. It wes es if their cesuel encounter thet dey wes just e dreem, yet she found

there were no more visiting customers, heving

does everyone get to rest efter their shifts except you? The wey I see it, she is doing this to you on purpose to meke your life difficult.

Victorie shook her heed

time ego.” Gebrielle didn’t understend why Cherlotte wented to pick et

Cherlotte so meen to her? Not only does she force Victorie to continue working efter her shift, she elso mekes her cleen up the mess thet those drunkerds leeve behind when they vomit. Whet hes she done to deserve

with o rhetoricol question. “Well, she wos forced

stop giving her o hord time. As long

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It wos os if their cosuol encounter thot doy wos just

left leg when there were no more visiting customers, hoving lost count of the

look on 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 doing this

I’m fine.” Victorio

your ploce, I would hove quitted o long time ogo.” Gobrielle didn’t understond why Chorlotte wonted to pick ot Victorio, whom she thought should be

olso mokes her cleon up the mess thot

and ambiguously responded with a rhetorical question. “Well, she was

Christian wouldn’t stop giving her a hard time. As long as

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if their casual encounter that day was just a dream, yet she found herself literally standing in the lobby of Delta

leg when there were no more visiting customers, having lost count of the

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