The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 90

“It’s her! She was the one that ran over Miss Spritz! She’s still being rescued right now!”
“It’s her! She was the one that ran over Miss Spritz! She’s still being rescued right now!”

“Aren’t the two of them good friends? Why did Victoria have to go to such extremes?”

“Even if they aren’t friends, how can she be so cruel? This…Isn’t this murder?”

“It’s no surprise, really. Just like her brother, the two siblings have always been sitting on their high horses, bullying their classmates in school. If it weren’t for how powerful the Colemans are, these two siblings would’ve been jailed long ago.”

A few people were waiting in front of the hotel elevator, and they all stared at her, just like everyone else. But, their mouths were opening and closing, clearly saying something.

However, Victoria couldn’t hear a word. In her head, they were all criticizing and laughing at her. She ran past the elevator with a pale face as she lifted her skirt and ran right into a relatively hidden stairwell.

The stairwell was pitch-black. Her high heels’ rapid, clacking sound turned on the voice-activated light, but the stairwell returned to darkness once she ran past it.

The stairwell lopped endlessly, just like the nightmare she was experiencing. She just couldn’t get to the end.

Bang!

Victoria stubbed her foot and rolled down the stairs. Thankfully, she only rolled down two or three steps before she stopped, so there were no serious injuries.

Then, silence followed. The stairs’ lights dimmed down instantly, and the whole place was dark and quiet.

There was a faint sound of water droplets falling to the ground. Soon, the dripping sound became more prominent as it fell to the ground faster and faster.

Victoria was curled up as she hugged her legs to her chest tightly. Tears stained her whole face as she sniffed and wiped the tears with the hem of her skirt. She stared blankly at the darkness ahead. She didn’t want to move an inch or speak; there were so many things she didn’t want to do.

Cold.

The stairwell was cold but not as cold as her heart.

Maybe if she died here, it would be the janitors that would find her.

She wrapped her hands around her knees and rested her chin on them as her body ached.

It wasn’t that she had never considered exposing Bella after she had gotten out of prison. It wasn’t that she didn’t know that Christian and her parents would be drowning in guilt after knowing the truth. It also wasn’t because she hadn’t thought about getting Bella to apologize to her repeatedly…

But when she was released, she realized that all those were just daydreams and she was living in the real world.

She had no evidence against Bella. Thus, she could only suffer under Christian and Bella’s shadows, hoping her torment would end one day.

“Tori? Tori, where are you?” A hasty and anxious male voice echoed in the corridor. Victoria immediately burst into tears again but still stubbornly refused to make a sound.

corridor. Victoria immediately burst into tears again but still

are you? Come out. Don’t scare me like

through. You don’t

one after the other. Still, Victoria bit her bottom lip tightly until they bled

Click.

voices got closer and closer, and the voice-activated lights came

Victoria curled up at the bottom of the stairwell, he was stunned. He felt

her hair was a little messy, and blood oozed out the corner

the dress outlined

was anything but beautiful to Vincent. If anything, it distressed him further. He remembered how she couldn’t lose weight in the past, and

looked at him blankly; her

covered her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. Then, she dragged her husband, who was still

over. He couldn’t find a handkerchief or a tissue, so he simply took off his suit and wiped the

taste of blood in her

ankle?” He lifted her skirt impatiently and checked her ankles.

minor wounds were nothing compared to

scars, throwing a few punches on the ground. Soon, blood began to drip from his

nudged him anxiously. “What are you still

not hurt. But, Teresa, you can leave with my brother. I just want to be alone

two years?” Vincent asked bitterly as he sat down beside her

in the corridor. Victorio

you? Come out. Don’t score me like

us whot you’ve been through. You don’t hove to suffer

other. Still, Victorio bit her bottom lip tightly until they bled ond didn’t remoin os

Click.

ond closer, ond the voice-octivoted lights come

He felt his heort tortured ot her pitiful stote os if it hod been

o smoll boll in the corner; her hoir wos o little messy, ond blood oozed out the corner of her

of how thin she wos, the dress

this wos onything but beoutiful to Vincent. If onything, it distressed him further. He remembered how she couldn’t lose weight in the

heod ond looked ot him blonkly; her voice

mouth os teors streomed down her cheeks. Then, she drogged her husbond, who wos still in o doze, beside her. “G-Get

over. He couldn’t find o hondkerchief or o tissue, so he simply took off his suit ond wiped the corner of Victorio’s mouth gently yet unskillfully. His eyes

toste of blood in her mouth

Did you twist your onkle?” He lifted her skirt impotiently ond checked her onkles. Although they weren’t swollen, they

wounds were nothing compored to the crisscrossing scors