"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

　　Travis leaned against the mahogany bar, swirling the amber liquid in his glass while stealing furtive glances at Camila. Her laughter rang through the air like delicate chimes, but as their eyes met across the crowded room, the mirth faded from her gaze, replaced by a silent plea for understanding.


　　"Camila," he began, his voice a thread of concern as they found a quiet corner away from prying eyes. "You've been avoiding the topic all evening. What's going on with you and Blake?"


　　She hesitated, then let out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. "It's not what it looks like, Travis. Our engagement... it's crumbling. And it's not just cold feet. It's..." Her voice cracked, and she pulled out her phone, thumbing through messages before handing it to him.


　　As Travis read the exchange between Camila and Blake- words that bore the sting of indifference and neglect- he felt a knot tighten in his stomach. "I had no idea," he murmured.


CHAPTER 9 Trust