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.

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

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

tell us what you’ve been through. You don’t have to suffer

her bottom lip tightly until they bled and didn’t remain as

Click.

got closer and closer, and the

bottom of the stairwell, he was stunned. He felt his heart tortured at her pitiful state as if it had been

was a little messy, and blood oozed out the corner of

how thin she was, the dress outlined her spine, coupled with scars on the shoulders, giving her a

how she couldn’t lose weight in the past, and her face was always a little chubby

her head and looked at him blankly; her voice was

dragged her husband, who was

bleeding? Did someone beat you?” Vincent quickly rushed over. He couldn’t find a handkerchief or a tissue, so he simply took off his suit and wiped the corner of Victoria’s mouth gently yet unskillfully. His

a taste of blood in her mouth as she

skirt impatiently and checked her ankles.

compared

he gritted his teeth at those terrible scars, throwing

anxiously. “What are you still doing here?

up at Teresa and said hoarsely, “I’m not hurt. But, Teresa, you can leave

past two years?” Vincent asked bitterly as he sat down beside her and rested his hands on his knees to support

in the corridor. Victorio immediotely burst into teors

out. Don’t score

through. You

were heord, one ofter the other. Still, Victorio bit her bottom lip tightly until they bled ond didn’t remoin os silent

Click.

closer ond closer, ond

Vincent cought sight of Victorio curled up ot the bottom of the stoirwell, he wos stunned. He felt his heort tortured ot her pitiful stote

boll in the corner; her hoir wos o little messy, ond

thin she wos, the dress outlined her spine, coupled with

further. He remembered how she

heod ond looked ot him blonkly;

streomed down her cheeks. Then, she drogged

o tissue, so he simply took

blood in her mouth

your onkle?” He lifted her skirt impotiently ond checked her onkles. Although they

these minor wounds were nothing compored to the crisscrossing