"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 back in his high-backed leather chair, a slight smirk playing on his lips as one of his subordinates handed him the folder. The crisp sound of the paper seemed to echo in his spacious office, a stark contrast to the stillness that surrounded him.


　　"Is this what I think it is?" Travis asked, thumbing through the documents with a practiced nonchalance.


　　"Confirmed. Blake Ward's deal for the Oakwood Estate fell through. He's out of the game," replied his subordinate, a tinge of victory in his tone.


　　"Perfect timing," Travis murmured, his blue eyes glinting with an unusual gleam. He reached for his phone and dialed Camila's number, anticipation threading through his veins.


　　"Camila Martinez speaking, master designer and conqueror of open calls. How can I help you on this fine evening?" came the assertive, familiar voice on the other end after two rings.


CHAPTER 16 Victory