"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

　　Layla Martine pushed through the throng of bodies at Sullivan's, her platinum curls bouncing with each step. She manoeuvred herself to a quiet corner with a clear line of sight and settled against the dark mahogany bar. Her sharp gaze cut across the dimly lit room, landing on Camila Martinez, who was laughing heartily with a group of friends.


　　"Can I get you something?" the bartender asked, eyeing Layla's designer dress.


　　"Champagne. The best you've got," Layla replied without taking her eyes off Camila. She flicked a stray lock of hair over her shoulder, a predatory smile playing on her lips.


　　As she sipped her bubbly, Layla's attention zeroed in on a man standing alone, his eyes fixed on Camila. He had the chiselled features and smouldering look of a model- exactly the type Layla suspected would be lurking around Camila.


　　"Who's the admirer?" Layla murmured under her breath, observing as the man's gaze never wavered from Camila.


CHAPTER 39 Let's Call It An Icebreaker