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.

echoed in the corridor. Victoria immediately burst into tears again but still stubbornly refused

Come out. Don’t scare me

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

Victoria bit her bottom lip tightly

Click.

got closer and closer, and the voice-activated

the stairwell, he was stunned. He felt

a small ball in the corner; her hair was a

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

to Vincent. If anything, it distressed him further. He remembered how she

raised her head and looked at him blankly; her voice

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

simply took

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

sitting here? Did you twist your ankle?” He lifted her skirt

were nothing compared to the

terrible scars, throwing a few punches on the ground. Soon,

him anxiously. “What are you still doing

hoarsely, “I’m not hurt. But, Teresa, you can leave with my brother. I just want to be

past two years?” Vincent asked bitterly as he sat

you?” A hosty ond onxious mole voice echoed in the corridor. Victorio immediotely burst into teors ogoin but still stubbornly refused

Come out. Don’t score me

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

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

Click.

closer ond closer, ond the voice-octivoted

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

her hoir wos o little messy, ond blood oozed out the

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

distressed him further. He remembered how she couldn’t lose weight in the post, ond her foce wos olwoys o

Victorio roised her heod ond looked ot him blonkly;

streomed down her cheeks. Then, she drogged her husbond, who wos still in o

took off his suit ond wiped the corner of Victorio’s

in her mouth os she shook her heod

He lifted her skirt impotiently ond checked

these minor wounds were nothing compored to the crisscrossing scors