"I didn't mean to steal your fiancé!" Layla choked out through her tears. "I just couldn't help falling in love with him. I've always been so envious of you, Camila!"
Camila's gaze flickered between them, her heart pounding a relentless rhythm against her chest.
"Envious?" Camila finally spat out, her voice sharp with incredulity. "Envious of what, Layla? My life falling apart?"
"Yes, envious!" Layla sobbed, her voice breaking. "You've always had everything—the perfect family, the perfect life. And I have nothing." Her chin quivered as she struggled to maintain her composure.
"Nothing?" Camila's laugh was hollow, bitter. "You call taking my fiancé 'nothing'?"

***
When Camila returned home, filled with excitement to surprise her fiancé Blake, she was devastated to find him in bed with her stepsister Layla. This betrayal shattered her heart completely.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Layla had also stolen Camila's meticulously designed jewelry pieces, using them to advance her own career dramatically. Even Camila's father and stepmother openly sided with Layla, pushing Camila into unprecedented isolation.
However, Camila was not broken by these blows. Determined to fight back, she began plotting her revenge with the help of Travis Turner, a business tycoon.
On this path of revenge, filled with emotional entanglements and family power struggles, Camila leverages her talent and resolve to the fullest. Yet, on the brink of justice and vengeance, who will emerge as the true victor?

Second Chance? Never Again

　　Camila adjusted the cuff of her blazer as she watched Travis walk into the café, his confident stride betraying no hint of hesitation. She had chosen a corner seat, an area draped in enough anonymity to discuss their delicate matter without prying eyes.


　　"Travis," she greeted, her tone a blend of formality and veiled warmth as he approached.


　　"Camila," he acknowledged with a nod, sliding into the chair opposite hers. His gaze was direct, piercing blue eyes locking onto hers. "You mentioned you wanted to talk about something important?"


　　She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment upon her. "It's about the information I have- the details you're so eager to get your hands on."


　　"Go on," he prompted, leaning back, his expression unreadable.


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