The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 82

“Victoria, you know well that if I set my eyes on something, I will do my best to fight for it.” When Bella said that, her eyes were filled with conflict. “I treat you as a friend, so I am confessing this now before your engagement with Chris. If I only confess after you two got engaged or married, it will be hard on our friendship.”

Victoria leaned on the tree trunk entirely and switched the position of her crossed legs before continuing, “So, you like Christian. Then, what?”

“I hope you can give up your engagement with him and compete with me fairly. If he chooses you in the end, I will leave and never complain.” As Bella spoke, a beam of hope emerged from her eyes.

A field of autumn chrysanthemums was not far from the sycamore tree, and the flowers’ fragrance drifted along the cool autumn breeze. It was supposed to be refreshing, but somehow it made Victoria feel irritable.

“I have been roleplaying as Christian’s bride since we were young, and I have chased after him for ten years. Now that he has finally agreed to marry me, you chose to tell me that you like him too and want me to compete fairly with you. What the f*ck are you thinking, huh? Who do you think you are?”

The more Victoria thought about it, the angrier she became. Finally, she straightened up, stuffed the gift box into Bella’s arms with an indifferent face, threw the earphone Bella gave her to the ground, and stomped on it repeatedly.

She didn’t pause to wait for Bella’s response, as she quickly wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and left under the gaze of others.

“Victoria, is our friendship worth so little to you? How could you do this?” Victoria could hear Bella sobbing behind her.

This was the first time Victoria heard Bella yelling in front of the others, for she had always maintained her elegant composure. But still, Victoria did not stop and chose to stride forward.

It was precisely because Bella was a good friend that Victoria could not accept the truth. Bella knew better than anyone else how much Victoria cared about Christian as they had been friends for years!

“Do you really want to force my hand?” Again, Victoria could hear Bella shouting from behind her when Bella saw she didn’t even slow her steps. It was as if Bella did not notice what a gaffe she made. Bystanders watched the drama as it unfolded; Victoria and Bella were well-known because of their beauty and ability as talented dancers.

merely bit her lower lip, and the gum on her face kept oxidizing, but she did not stop for a second. Instead, her footsteps

to the Colemans’

beautiful buildings were brightly lit. Intertwined reflections of guests’ figures could be seen from

her. Cold sweat beaded her forehead and back as she held the steering wheel tightly. Her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and she could not remember how

It was still

lips could not stop trembling, and rivulets of tears ran down her cheeks. She still had a lot of unfulfilled

Beep. Beep.

her phone vibrated. She quickly connected the phone with a Bluetooth headset. Tears welled up in her eyes without

speaking, she saw someone walking

She had combed her long hair in a French braid and looked intellectual and elegant. More importantly, she was walking straight toward

she didn’t even think as her body acted on its own by lowering the car window. She utterly disregarded her personal safety and stuck half of her body out of the car. “Don’t come here! The brakes

wrong with the car? What’s wrong with you?” Victoria heard Vincent’s worrisome voice

kept walking in the direction of the sports car, which was moving at a great speed toward her. It

blowing strongly in Victoria’s face that it hurt, making it even more difficult

continued walking,

clearly saw a hint of a smile across Bella’s face. The smile was like a lotus flower unfolding layer by layer and extremely beautiful, but Victoria

Bella wanted the car to hit her on

Victoria screamed as she sat up, only

after spending two tedious and difficult years in prison, she finally realized that that so-called public confrontation