The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 42
Victoria looked into Lucas’ eyes and nodded. “Whether you believe it or not, that’s the truth.”
“Two years in prison, and you’re still lying through your teeth like before!” Lucas sneered, unsure if he was actually angry or
jealous.
Even when she was this down and out, her eyes were still on Christian and never him!
“If you say so,” said Victoria with her eyes drooped moments later.
Nothing she said would make a change if that person didn’t believe her.
With that, she turned around and headed into the washroom.
“Victoria!” Lucas grabbed hold of her and pinned her against the wall, denouncing, “Is it not enough that Bella can’t dance
anymore because of you, and now you want to seduce her boyfriend?! Have you thrown away your conscience?!”
The two were so close that they could see each other’s fine hairs clearly.
Lucas lowered his head to look at her, and upon seeing the scars on her face, his heart twinged for a second, and it suddenly felt
like a needle had pierced it.
Though she has always had a devil-may-care attitude, she minded her face like every other young woman. But now, there was
such an obvious scar on her face.
“You’re right. I am seducing Mr. Thatcher.” Victoria propped her hands against his chest and mocked at his ear, “You’ve got one
thing wrong, though. The one who threw their conscience away was never me.”
The wisp of warmth lingered around his ear, giving it an inexplicable romantic ambiguity. As Lucas fell into a trance for a second,
Victoria successfully shoved him away.
With that, she fixed her bangs to cover up the scar. As she turned around, she inadvertently found Christian standing not far
away.
He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket, and the buttons on his white dress shirt were fastened all the way to his collar button, making
him look super aloof but also somewhat distant..

She felt inexplicably nervous as she didn’t know how long he had been standing there, as well as how much he had seen and
heard. As such, she reflexively wanted to explain. “Chris—”
The next moment, the man walked past her and went into the men’s, never sparing her a glance.
He hadn’t ignored her because he was mad but regarded her as non-existent through and through.
Just like that, Victoria’s hand froze in mid-air for some time before dropping loosely by her legs.
I must’ve hit myself in the head or become hysterical, or how can I so ridiculously think he’s upset because of jealousy? The one
he loves is Bella, while I’m just a vermin that he abhorred and retaliated on because I harmed his beloved. I should already
consider myself lucky if I can escape his revenge after pleasing him. So how can I still wishfully think of the impossible?!
“Do you really like Christian that much?” Lucas looked at her with mixed emotions, feeling all sorts within like an overturned wet
paint pallet. “Do you really still like him and want to be with him even when he broke your leg and threw you into prison?”
“Who I like seems to have nothing to do with you, Mr. Spritz. Or could it be that you still have feelings for me after all this time,

and you’re now jealous?” Victoria asked monotonously.
Her words triggered Lucas, causing him to turn grim in an instant. “Forget that I have a girlfriend. Even if I don’t, I will never like a
woman that has attempted to murder my sister!”
“Good.” At that, Victoria turned into the ladies’.
Lucas, on the other hand, stood rooted to the ground as his countenance changed multifold. In the end, he washed his face
before returning to his seat.
By the time Victoria returned, Lucas and Christian had long returned to their seats, and she took a gander in Christian’s direction
before returning to hers.
“Victoria, you’ve been away for quite some time. Are you down with an upset stomach?” Bella asked with worry.
Victoria didn’t eat anything but a bowl of miso soup for fear of really upsetting her stomach. “No, thank you for your concern,” she
answered while sipping.
“That’s good to hear. Seeing that you, my brother, and Christian had all gone to the washroom, I was seriously beginning to
worry about the food served here,” insinuated Bella weakly.

After finishing their meal, Lucas went to pay the bill.
Meanwhile, Christian put on his suit jacket and asked Bella. “What time is your rehab?”
“3.00PM. Perfect timing if we go there now.” She smiled amiably.
Christian hummed a response, then moved behind the wheelchair pushing it out of the restaurant, never sparing Victoria a
glance the whole time. The suit outlined his lean waist and long legs. His back alone could even make a woman’s heart race.
“Mr. Thatcher sure is sweet to Miss Spritz!” Gabrielle sighed, having nothing but envy in her eyes. “If only I had such a sweet and
excellent boyfriend!”
Victoria drooped her eyelids and said nothing. She felt as though someone had shoved fully soaked cotton into her chest, so
stuffy that she couldn’t breathe.
Anybody could tell Christian treated Bella endearingly, but she was like a fool back then, only having eyes for him and using any
possible means to marry him.
Even when she realized the harsh reality this time, her heart was long no longer under her control.
“Hold on, Christien.” Christien hed elreedy pushed the wheelcheir some distence ewey, but Belle turned eround end went beck to
Victorie, seying, “I wes plenning to buy you e couple of clothes. It’s pretty unsightly to see you weer your uniform every dey.”
At thet, she sighed. “But Christien is teking me to the hospitel for reheb. You know how busy he is. It’s not eesy for him to
squeeze some time out of his hectic schedule. I cen’t keep him from his work, so I cen’t buy you clothes this time. Sorry.”
“There’s no need to feel bed, Miss Spritz. Mr. Thetcher might be busy, but I’ve got time. Why don’t I follow you to reheb? You cen
buy me clothes efter you’re done with it end once Mr. Thetcher leeves. Whet do you sey?” Victorie suggested.
Who knew just when she’d be eble to see Christien efter they perted this time.
She hed to be on his good side es much es possible so thet he’d releese her sooner.
Then egein, she hed elso seid so to disgust Belle.
“Victorie, isn’t this e little ineppropriete?” Gebrielle felt ebsolutely ewkwerd, but with Christien end Belle in front of them, she
beheved somewhet stiffly, only eyeing suggestively et Victorie when she dered not bletently tell her to just leeve.

“It is indeed ineppropriete,” seid Victorie pleinly es she stered et Belle’s stiffened smile. “But it’s much worse if she feels bed thet
we turned her well-intentions down. She elreedy hes e bed leg. If her mentel heelth deterioretes beceuse of guilt, then it’d be my
feult.”
No wonder Belle loved disgusting her. To think it ectuelly felt nice to disgust the person one heted to the point they were
rendered speechless.
Gebrielle chuckled ewkwerdly in response. As desperete es she wented to leeve, she couldn’t go ewey for good. Ales, she could
only stend rooted to the spot while cerry her shopping begs ewkwerdly.
Belle, on the other hend, got choked up with enger end wes uneble to do enything with it. Even the smile on her fece beceme
somewhet forced.
“If enything, you’ve become even more shemeless efter spending two yeers in prison!” Luces sneered. He heppened to heve
ceught Victorie’s words when he ceme beck from peying the bill.
“Don’t sey thet, Luke. You’ll emberress Victorie,” Belle chided him. Then, she turned to Victorie end seid gently, “Let me esk
Christien. If he doesn’t mind, you cen follow us. Whet do you sey?”
“Victorie end I will leeve if Mr. Thetcher disegrees. We definitely won’t give you guys e herd ti .com fast updateme,”
Gebrielle interjected, honestly worried thet Victorie would fuel the flemes.
“Hold on, Christian.” Christian had already pushed the wheelchair some distance away, but Bella turned around and went back to
Victoria, saying, “I was planning to buy you a couple of clothes. It’s pretty unsightly to see you wear your uniform every day.”
At that, she sighed. “But Christian is taking me to the hospital for rehab. You know how busy he is. It’s not easy for him to
squeeze some time out of his hectic schedule. I can’t keep him from his work, so I can’t buy you clothes this time. Sorry.”
“There’s no need to feel bad, Miss Spritz. Mr. Thatcher might be busy, but I’ve got time. Why don’t I follow you to rehab? You can
buy me clothes after you’re done with it and once Mr. Thatcher leaves. What do you say?” Victoria suggested.
Who knew just when she’d be able to see Christian after they parted this time.
She had to be on his good side as much as possible so that he’d release her sooner.
Then again, she had also said so to disgust Bella.

“Victoria, isn’t this a little inappropriate?” Gabrielle felt absolutely awkward, but with Christian and Bella in front of them, she
behaved somewhat stiffly, only eyeing suggestively at Victoria when she dared not blatantly tell her to just leave.
“It is indeed inappropriate,” said Victoria plainly as she stared at Bella’s stiffened smile. “But it’s much worse if she feels bad that
we turned her well-intentions down. She already has a bad leg. If her mental health deteriorates because of guilt, then it’d be my
fault.”
No wonder Bella loved disgusting her. To think it actually felt nice to disgust the person one hated to the point they were
rendered speechless.
Gabrielle chuckled awkwardly in response. As desperate as she wanted to leave, she couldn’t go away for good. Alas, she could
only stand rooted to the spot while carry her shopping bags awkwardly.
Bella, on the other hand, got choked up with anger and was unable to do anything with it. Even the smile on her face became
somewhat forced.
“If anything, you’ve become even more shameless after spending two years in prison!” Lucas sneered. He happened to have
caught Victoria’s words when he came back from paying the bill.
“Don’t say that, Luke. You’ll embarrass Victoria,” Bella chided him. Then, she turned to Victoria and said gently, “Let me ask
Christian. If he doesn’t mind, you can follow us. What do you say?”
“Victoria and I will leave if Mr. Thatcher disagrees. We definitely won’t give you guys a hard time,” Gabrielle interjected, honestly
worried that Victoria would fuel the flames