Chapter 119: Aftermath of a Wild Night
The hallway of Heaven’s Feel Brothel faded behind me as I approached the elevator, its golden doors gleaming under the dim chandelier light. The gold and cream walls of the corridor glowed softly, the air cool.
"Sighhh" My boots scuffed the plush carpet as I entered inside.
The weight of the day ahead—especially the wedding—pressing on my mind. I pressed the ground floor button, the elevator humming and I muttered to myself, my thoughts spilling out in a low grumble.
"Today, I have to attend that bitch Sara’s marriage too. Finally, I’ll be free from her blackmail and her way of doing things to me."
As the elevator began its descent, my face twisted in disgust, Sara’s voice echoing in my head, sharp and demanding. I mimicked her tone, my voice dripping with mockery. "~I want to enjoy... until I’m married~." I snorted, leaning against the elevator wall, the cold metal grounding me, the faint *whir* of the descent filling the space, the chandelier light fading above.
"The fuck does that even mean? Stupid bitch," I said, my words sharp, my jaw tight, the memory of her manipulative games souring my mood, her blackmail a chain I’d carried too long, the wedding a final hurdle to freedom. "Hope she deletes all those videos and images as well." I said it aloud to myself.
I sighed heavily, the *sighhh* escaping me, my shoulders slumping, the elevator slowing, the morning light waiting below.
My thoughts softened, a faint smile breaking through as Aeri’s face flashed in my mind, her bright smile, her gentle voice, her warmth an anchor in the chaos of this life.
"Can’t wait to meet my angel-like Aeri," I said, my voice low, the elevator’s hum a quiet backdrop, the image of her soothing me, her presence a promise of something better, the wedding’s shadow lifting for a moment.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft *ding*, and I stepped into the main hall, the spacious room bustling with morning activity, its marble floor gleaming slightly under the sunlight streaming through tall windows. The air was sharp with the scent of cleaning solution, the faint clink of glass and the rustle of brooms filling the space, the brothel’s nightlife mess being swept away.
Cleaning ladies moved through the chaos, their aprons stained, their hands busy with rags and buckets, wiping down tables, sweeping up shattered glass, and scrubbing the floor where last night’s wildness had left its mark.