"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 against the cool leather of his office chair, a pensive furrow creasing his brow as he replayed Camila's words in his mind. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting alternating stripes of illumination and shadow across the room, mirroring the 


　　We're both adults here, Travis. Maybe it's best if we just write this off as a night that never happened."


　　"Write it off?" He raised an eyebrow, searching her face for any sign of jest.


　　"Yes," she insisted, her gaze unwavering. "A mistake. An aberration. We had too much to drink, things got out of hand, and we forget about it. We move on."


　　Travis wanted to disagree, to tell her how he felt a pull towards her that went beyond physical attraction, but the professionalism within him held his tongue.


　　Camila shifted her weight, her dark hair shimmering as she turned to leave. "We good?"


　　"Always," he replied, the single word carrying a multitude of sentiments he dared not voice aloud.


CHAPTER 42 Who Did This?