"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's slender fingers trembled slightly as she tore open the envelope, its crisp edges whispering promises and pressures. Her dark eyes scanned the contents, absorbing the future that lay ahead in bold, uncompromising ink.


　　"Two parts," she murmured to herself, her voice a low hum in the quiet of her studio. "Okay, not unexpected." She leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking under the shift of weight as she crossed one leg over the other, a picture of composure despite the flutter in her chest.


　　"Let's see what you've got for me then," she said, addressing the letter as if it were an old adversary capable of a retort. Her gaze caught on the first challenge, her lips curving into a half-smile. "A specific design, huh? Well, that plays right into my hands."


CHAPTER 18 Part Two