A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 132

Matilda finally got what Chloe meant by VIP treatment.

No sooner had she settled into the booth than a line of young, dashing men approached, each one a fresh–faced Adonis, and they just plopped down around Matilda, their presence even more ostentatious than Chloe’s last shindig.

The whole scene gave Matilda the heebie–jeebies, but Criss, on the other hand, lit up like a Christmas tree, mingling with the group of flirty waiters like they were old friends. The throbbing electronic music seemed to awaken every dark desire lurking in the corners of the soul. Under the kaleidoscope of lights, everyone’s face took on a different mask – laughter, anger, joy, and sorrow all played out like a drama.

Every time, Matilda felt as if the bar was some kind of modern–day purgatory, where everyone wore their vice on their sleeve, a parade of grotesque figures and flamboyant characters taking turns on the stage of excess. Everyone amplified their senses to the extreme, drinking and squandering away precious moments of life, seeking nothing but a night of fleeting pleasure in a place where no soul could find peace, tumbling again and again into the abyss.

The guys around her were relentless in urging her to drink, Matilda, unable to fend them off, could only smile and decline, but when she couldn’t escape, she’d down the drink. As the alcohol burned its way down her throat, it felt as if her soul was spilling out from her silenced. lips. She leaned on the guy next to her, laughing as the lights flickered over her face, half in heaven, half in hell.

Yvan and Adrian had been called over to the bar by some friends and unexpectedly ran into Matilda. She was nestled in another man’s arms; her lips stained a luscious red from the drinks she’d been having, looking every bit the enchantress of the night.

and his gaze darkened

an eyebrow ever so slightly as if she hadn’t really seen him, then effortlessly passed her drink to the lips of the man beside her, her movements smooth and flirtatious

thousand times before.

and they made their way to Matilda’s booth, prompting a

have a drink?” she

to see some sign of… anything different. But there was nothing. Matilda was probably drunk, her eyes half–closed, smiling at them fearlessly. “You

I underestimated your

Matilda laughed again, leaning on the shoulder of the man beside her, looking utterly charming. “Yvan, my seducing someone – what’s

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and he stepped closer, grabbing Matilda’s wrist. Her smile faded, her