Venom in Velvet

Sylvia's POV.

The chandeliers sparkled above like stars, putting a nice glow over the luxury beauty parlor. It reeked of wealth and privilege—a place where secrets were traded like currency and power dripped from every word. I could feel the weight of it as I sat in one of the velvet chairs, tears streaming down my face. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I was supposed to be the woman on Don’