"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 stared at the text on his phone, rereading Camila's request for a moment longer before he exhaled a mix of anticipation and unease. He was standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom, assessing the reflection that showcased his well-maintained physique. A part of him swelled with readiness to share this image with her; after all, it wasn't every day one's diligence in personal fitness was acknowledged.


　　"Photos, huh?" he murmured to himself, the corners of his mouth lifting in a half-smile. "Guess it's time to show what I've got."


　　But as he reached for his phone to reply, a shadow of doubt crept into his thoughts. The idea that Camila might have made a similar request to another man twisted something inside him uncomfortably. He imagined some other model, perhaps with a frame as disciplined as his or a smile as practised, sending pictures to Camila, her eyes lighting up in appreciation.


CHAPTER 27 A Model