Music thundered from inside The Velvet Room, the city’s most exclusive nightclub.

It was a place for young designers, influencers, and high-society figures — a glittering cage where everyone came to be seen.

But beneath the glamour, a trap was waiting to be sprung.

Rosemary stood at the entrance, clutching her phone. Her black dress was simple, elegant — a stark contrast to the sequined crowd inside.

She handed her digital invitation to the security guard.

“Invitation under the name Rosemary Devereux, for the designer collaboration showcase tonight.”

The man checked the list and smiled politely. “Welcome, Ms. Rosemary. Your table is ready.”

She nodded, stepping into the dimly lit...