"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 refreshed her browser for the umpteenth time, her fingers drumming a staccato rhythm on the sleek surface of her desk. Her latest post- a meticulously curated collage of her recent designs- loomed on the screen, the number of likes pitifully stagnant.


　　"Come on," she muttered to herself, willing the notification bell to chime with new activity. But as minutes ticked by, her work was callously shoved down the feed, eclipsed by an endless stream of flashier, more sensational content.


　　"Seriously?" she scoffed, her voice tinged with frustration. "Eight hours of work for what? To be buried under a pile of cat videos and meme reposts?"


　　She leaned back in her chair, her long hair spilling over the high backrest. Camila's eyes, usually so full of fire, dulled with the weight of disappointment. Her gaze landed on a photo of her at her first runway show- a small, local affair that felt like a lifetime ago.


CHAPTER 23 The Response