"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 drummed his fingers on the mahogany desk, the soft glow of his laptop illuminating the intensity in his blue eyes. The email from Camila was concise- a collection of documents and figures, critical intelligence that could swing the upcoming auction in his favour.


　　"Travis, any thoughts?" His assistant peered over the screen with a tentative look.


　　"Camila's information is solid," Travis said, not masking the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. "She's done her homework."


　　"Watch me." Travis's voice carried the subtle hint of a challenge. He stood, straightening his tailored suit jacket as he prepared for the battle ahead.


　　The auction room was abuzz with anticipation, a hive of suits and calculated smiles. Travis's gaze locked onto Blake, who leaned back in his chair, oozing arrogance from every pore.


　　"Starting at two million," the auctioneer announced, his gavel poised.


CHAPTER 14 The Auction