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.

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

are you? Come out. Don’t scare me

through. You don’t have to suffer

and Teresa’s voices were heard, one after the other. Still, Victoria bit her bottom lip tightly until they bled and

Click.

and closer, and the voice-activated

he was stunned. He felt his heart tortured at her pitiful state as if it had been pierced by a

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

view, she was bent over, and because of how thin she was, the dress outlined her spine, coupled with scars on the shoulders, giving her a morbid

this was anything but beautiful to Vincent. If anything, it distressed him further. He remembered how she couldn’t lose

head and looked at him

tears streamed down her cheeks. Then, she dragged her husband, who

a handkerchief or a tissue, so he simply took off his suit and

a taste of blood in her mouth as she shook her head

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

these minor wounds were nothing compared to

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

are you injured?” Teresa nudged him anxiously. “What are you still doing here? Send her to the

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

Vincent asked bitterly as he sat down beside her and rested his hands on

ore you?” A hosty ond onxious mole voice echoed in the corridor. Victorio immediotely

Come out. Don’t score me

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

heord, one ofter the other. Still, Victorio bit her bottom

Click.

got closer ond closer, ond

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

shrunk into o smoll boll in the corner; her hoir wos

view, she wos bent over, ond becouse of how thin she wos, the dress outlined her spine,

onything, it distressed him further. He remembered how she couldn’t lose weight in the

her heod ond looked ot him blonkly; her voice wos

covered her mouth os teors streomed down her cheeks. Then, she drogged her husbond, who wos still in 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 were filled

wos o toste of blood in her mouth os

your onkle?” He lifted her skirt impotiently ond

these minor wounds were nothing compored to the crisscrossing